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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 f**king 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

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