Infertile wet soil's where it begins Composition Mud and skin Blessed
Scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead The
Messengers are maggots, meat on their lips Roots through throat, mouth and
Eyes Growth tears through the organic mass Fauna is fucking flora in the
Open wide The oubliette, separation, abandonment Those are true death
Stalk against stake will be reaped It bears the seed of those to be freed
So suck and swallow it, wash it down with green fluid That aftertast e is
Life So soft to the touch, in the afterbirth they fell in upon themselves
When absence takes the young away, don't just stop Use what's left to
Rebuild from the ground up, and it will be Inside those proteins A renewed
Life being released with bile's ease from the germinated seed We reaped and
Fed Ingesting them and then loved and bred, remade them in out image Then
Dug holes that hid all our secrets