| Before the sand around the well turned black
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| There ran a water
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| Clear, forgiving, serene
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| Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path
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| Up Earth, in wait of wither
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| What should have killed the growth at birth did not
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| In the rushing river soon
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| To mimic those who dare engage it
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| A human host removes the brood
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| Without material merit for her three stillborn litter
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| Swelling and pounding its way out her orifice
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| The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn
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| The rivers thin surface, like porous blue fabric
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| Absorbed the occurrence
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| The fetuses carried below
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| In the mimic well of siren triplets
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| A crude onyx hatches
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| In this tale of a godless odyssey
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| The foreign force reflects the three deadborn within its waters
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| The mimic well of siren triplets
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| Feeds the spent young that regrow inside it
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| Filling, fueling, nursing itself
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| Down the throats of the clones like a formula, living and black
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| A maternal overseer
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| Training them to take the image of anyone
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| Three augmenting in their pit
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| A triad of ominous gestating replicates
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| Born together, yet apart
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| The fluid embedding itself in each one of them
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| Allocating powers to each uniquely
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| Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow
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| Teething on the brick in the well
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| Until growing human bodies
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| Silken, ripe and captivating
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| When a hunter thought to be dead returned alive
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| The widow knew it came back not a man
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| In the mimic well of siren triplets
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| A crude onyx hatches
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| In this tale of a godless odyssey
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| The foreign force reflects the three deadborn within its waters
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| The mimic well of siren triplets
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| Feeds the spent young that regrow inside it
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| Filling, fueling, nursing itself
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| Down the throats of the clones like a formula, living and black
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| Slick black tar spits from their
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| Three young tempting apertures
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| Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge on the victim’s appearance
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| Eclipsing the prey’s bleeding reflection
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| Black engaging red on the furtive stage at the river’s edge
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| Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M
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| They capture this display of the water-born's
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| Insatiable shifting hunger
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| Then project this feeding process infinitely
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| From that moment
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| On to all those who show a willingness to view it
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| During their gaze into The Drip
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| The siren’s feast
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| In its pure and ancient state
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| Carries on in timeless Kairos
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| The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation
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| Echo again and again in the mimic well
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| The siren’s feast
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| Echo again and again in the mimic well
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| Echo again and again in the mimic well |