A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Worth Dying Once or Twice Apostate of apostasy, an apostasis The kernels all shriveled in the heat of the reaper’s threshing knife, an apostle of apocalypse And they are, and we were- Dust in the wind All we are is Water and protein, mixed and muddledContinue reading “Weird Dreams 22 “Worth Dying Once or Twice””
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