The element of water is incomprehensibleWhen merged with wooden carbonateA new creature is created, and with it the age of genocideA mouthful, a handful of gold dustThese war veterans wait beyond the glass displayHistory books are underbelly pterydactylsScratching ivory messages onto cave limestone interiorAnd launch into everything
The ancient scribe sits in the flooded roomWater rises imperceptibly, soon nothing will be left of the ancient civilizationFresh air! Breathe in the gasp of sweet, sweet oxygenAnd thank the heavens that you’re aliveScholarly monks surround the ancient tower of PathosTo preserve their mysterious homeWhere oak pine forests grow in abundance.
Hudson riverThe wetland scrolls are sent to the altar for further examination,The study of liquidity. Who are we to define the undead oak?Extract it’s white blood vessels and soak it in the hive’s concrete foundationPlanet Earth is ready for squeezing,The leaf drops, and then nothing.
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