A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth
Eye of Ra
Frolic in the garden, little one
For there are beasts about, and
The heart that beats with blood contains liquids that predate the common era, flowing into the uncommon, the strange, abstract forms of primordial abuse
And there have always been parents
Slithering in evolutionary slime, or hurling bolts of thunder across the empty timeless void
Time and time again-
-I have been like a whispering a god, and it was less than being skin and blood that
dreamed of a heaven big enough for the people you buried in your evolutionary pursuit of perfection
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