Goodman cancer
Utters a praise
Going backwards
Gently smiles
Considerately
Burns the lungs
Paints them black
As the future is

The soil will swallow my bones
As it did the fossil reptiles
Someday someone will find
This proof of god’s nonexistence

Coffin nail

For now
Keeping to myself
I breathe deathlike aroma
Until i turn
Red and grey
As my pissed off fellow is
In a fit of helpless pique
No need to mince words

The soil will swallow my bones
As it did the fossil reptiles
Someday someone will find
This proof of god’s nonexistence

Coffin nail

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