Hand of Flood 🥃



silent night screams

fall into your belly

in a mischievous frenzy

a holy child,

wing of foot

torrents of hair

cursed hand of blood.

A battle of angels,

sweet pathogens of love.

Loyal & savage

panicky mournful avid.

Plods divine?

Beneath purple

misty mountain

through a killer pipeline.


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