Earth... Another perfect form
The spiral satellite of the sun
Upon it's face-
With lancet which's my eyes to incise
In dance post-mortem rise!
Chanted once affairs of my kind
Filtering though the rpizm-perception of
Knowledge, experience redeemed...
Deep in it's
dreams embers we are
Sparks, extinguished on blowing ear
Food for the lowest sinister art
Mere mortal and ephemeral
Thus primal passions guide
Downfall to ferity; never more
Innocent my pride