Naked, dancing holding hands, circling the sun The danilions and worm holes are being worked by the evil ants. they steal from the earth and river in its skin as the people like us give the earth an empty stomach. I hold a whip to beat the undead society and skeletons from the closet. The beautiful woman looks sharply, piercing my body with her beautiful eyes. I caress her soft face, soft as the down pillows of yore. The ants feverishly work as the evils turn under the people. The clouds cloud above as the demon flys down from space and thus steals her away from me. I cry as I wander through earth, alone, mishapen by the happenings that took place today. Something must be done. I search out the shrine I relive a warrior and learn how to retrieve her. And all in the end, I will contend and the earth will mend and bend under my will
Reason for writing:
Zoning out and thinking, dreaming. also, Iron Butterfly's
album, BALL
Birth sign: Not entered
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