Under the Cavern
We dug into the mind of old stirrings
The tree of Life showed us truth
But, what we saw there
Was how I was tricked
By the twisted cunning of Poisson
Drink of our wine, it was once water
It's sweeter than any other vineyard
Quick, stab it into his red river
Love, You watched woefully silent
As they sculpted my imaginings
So, I curled up in anger and fell to restful pain
There was no Heart
No Great Spirit
Nothing
The Wicked had bendte many arms
And were about to bende two more
A BEODILY SHELL