The First (27/02/0037 : 00.86.46)

This is where it goes
it all falls and rots
and spinning away
are ants and roots
webs to see another day

Arcane
they crawl out of the oak
TIMBER! had been heard
for mighty dread has fallen
on the Earth
picked the weed
drink the oil

who has said
she has fallen
shhhhhhh
no church understood
no payment no blood
left out was all understood
for thankful forgiveness

One time said
are you in love?
who reads?
I write.
this is enough.