I king take the cake
at present she bakes under the sun
while dirt plates create quakes that plunder the fun
the worst phase in last dayz we under the gun
as time flyz the more wize prepare for the one

and I fear for this earth
like contact at first
when the shells fly the burst
write the night sky in cursive
but who are we to worsen the work?

dont agitate her
the alligator blood dogmen from canis major
after flavor
what is that worth to our creators?
we after data
currently combin through the vedas

my change in different waves..

reading from a different page
being in a different phase
breathing in a different state
leaving for a differnt maze
evening in a different place
even in a different plane
we remain witness

the gods wash plates through the earth like dishes