THE WOMB

LIKE A SOLDIER,
I THRUST ONWARD,
BURYING MY HELMET,
IN THE SANDS OF TIME.

LYING IN THE WAKE,
THE WAKE OF A DIVINE VALLEY,
UNKNOWING WHAT THE NEXT,
MOMENT HOLDS.

LUST, SWEETNESS, MADNESS,
ALL DRIVE MY INSANITY,
MY INSANITY THAT DEVOURS,
THE FLESHY FOLD OF LIFE.

THE FOLD THAT GIVES,
THE FOLD THAT TAKES,
IT CONTOLS MY ACTIONS,
MAKES ME WHAT I AM.

I LOVE IT !


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