The wombs of the Linear topple end

Come they wheeze, the whistle of the last key

Tumbled limbs of wheeling the losses mend

Gone they serpents fangs like you and me


Tale of Eden foe the scales of the good name

Just as sure as the cries have sleeved through the scheme

Names of salvation, roots that govern to your flame

Foes of the heavens I am, my runaway dream


Utilize the Orion chase, taste from the nostril tied and the twist

Unfurling the viral manifest, serve his cocktail delight

Chaining the cycle of life it preys in the mist

Open wide the gates let them all in the tunnel tonight


Seong Kim


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