Let the sky
engulf the heavens.
For I wouldn't smile nor cry,
muted: my buccal would be.
Let the earth be
drowned by the lands,
and see if I would
utter words.
Never will
I call a hag,
a senile woman
in a rag.
Let the sky
engulf the heavens.
For I wouldn't smile nor cry,
muted: my buccal would be.
Let the earth be
drowned by the lands,
and see if I would
utter words.
Never will
I call a hag,
a senile woman
in a rag.