the crucible sounds
to mux anger and violence
a pyramid scheme

The ones who make
the poison pearls
care not for whom
they're cast before

The pet becomes slave,
And all candy turns poison.

A good person is flayed,
Their skin worn by monsters.

Conquest is genocide,
you forget your best joke.

Refracting things past,
with a childs-eye-lense.

Would you learn, if none taught you?
Would you take heed, if for naught?
Of all your herd, of need you sought to
End the rhymn that time forgot.

By growing, we cool.
By cooling, we shrink.
By shrinking, we warm.
By warming, we grow.

we'll chat the world up,
making light of everything.
and swirl round our loosening,
to rest at our own feet.

looking deep at the sky,
and shallow at the ground,
we'll remember having done so,
and part ways.

Are there trees outside the city
that will never die?
and never fall?
and never rot?

Are there windows to other worlds,
that will never cloud over?
and never lie?
and never take over?

Is there oil that will never disappear?