There’s gonna be a scrap and we cheer, so hear.
The blood of the primordials come to gather the pieces
There’s gonna be a scrap and we dare, so care.
The mud of the immortals gone to scatter the pieces
There’s gonna be a scrap and we stir, so concur
The god of the lost portals call to matter the pieces
NaaN (Now, always and Never)
Poetry Time 86: Best or Beast
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Sept. 8, 2024
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