cesspool of the dormant,
my remnant spores awaken
gathering here with
my brothers, my sisters
we have reconvened from
the same warm and fuzzy
memories of our past
to reconstruct this hell-stone
let us initiate love and hate
before the gods find out we
exist, casting guilt our way for
procreating without their blessing
mother, your womb is empty now
burn our forgotten homes and
let them shine eternally above us,
here are born new fools, new sages
(Image from okwhatever.org)
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