After Fall
With the eye popped he seemed ugly
Mimicking the stinking diabolical
Image of the unimaginable hungry
Whose head the slug left unstable
The slug left the shell with mucus
To end into the seas of darkness
Where he swam the wagging focus
Whose empty shell spent relentless
As he turned facing the sun
For sucking the arty warmth
It rang that he left in the shell
That son tomorrow the wrath
Unimaginable dissolution gates
Shortleaved dislocated brain
Loin to loin joining abates
And later I wish to the strain
Before the foe for thought
Spread the bed that led
Like a slug brain shouldn't split
Deserting the meninges your Shell
For under anger and duplication
Bearings of dire aspirations
One per cent carries to locations
Later united in the desertion
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