Von Zeppelin as God and Hindenburg Hg

by

Adam Gosha

We've said to be set in stone.
We've been left with corruption.
We see with what Earth's dirt has become of
one withered fetus at a time.
We've learned the worth of birth and radiants, through
life and death is not valued at such fake pain.
We've satisfied the enigma with more than chaos beyond
belief, in a single spot, what is the fractal.
We've concluded existence with doors
opened through closed minds.
We hear simplicities out volcanoes echo, the
vomit of our sunken melted unknown past.
We taste our heroes' dirt through the
air we inhale, what they've said keeps
us red, inside, where we're thrived.
We're given one ocean each, to swim harshly, or
drown delicately (submarines are lucky).
We smell the chocolates of sex and desire. As
products we're sold, and slaves are we to each other!
We've dehumanized sensitivity eruptions, where mutants
of diversity collapse their brand-name-
emotions and their pre-reflex-actions.
We've built larger ships to revenge
past mistakes, guilty until proven innocent and so.
We feel the grains of unfinished tables
deep within out tongues and finger tips,
in lust bleeding in unison, never to correct
a problem with raspberry crushed velvet.
We've created creation.
We are the creators.
And with creators the creator's creation must fall.
Much to the form of contamination, and
much to the form of liberations.

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