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Like a blind tern Its flight is caged, its wings are weighted and drawn Like highs with low ends Peaking resplendence before a downward spiral Like an old oak It swells and dries with the turn of the seasons Like a sneaking boar Digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel So does the weeping mother probe her clutch Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries In the wetness and the turn of the seasons So does flesh Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge Clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you It's not enough to succeed when others must fail A dry heaving circus of inhumanity Like the sneaking boar with a haunch packed with lead Digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel So does the weeping mother probe her clutch Miracle boon of the muddy banks From Letras Mania