Organism

A million years inside the Earth. Between the funeral lines is the depth of The holes. Compressive force of heavy Matter That cannot shift Or fade forever. My earth, My womb. Which waits, my Womb. Inside Of thy good Time at noon. The breathing of ground Is causing eruption. Convulsions and earthquakes and final Breath. In this life phase is spreading the Absence. The circle, the sin, the cross The dead. Destructive light Of hell breaches. Exhumes the flame And powers trapped there. Compressive force Of heavy matter That cannot shift or fade Forever. My earth, My womb. Which waits, my womb. Inside Of thy good time at Noon. Succumbing unrest of dark radiant Circle. Attraction of battle, its throne is Sealed. In the endless web of Wide extensions. The circle, the sin, The cross of the dead. Bloody rain washes away All things. Soulless Sleep buries earth's trapped earth Beasts. Cries out for help And Sacred goddess of creation, you