Incubraid
A warm incubated realm they call a world on fire.
Fingers clad in what we once contained.
Trade meat for flowers in a growth so gross. A melting of the petals is demanded in earnest again.
The fire in the keywork.
A congregation of breaks.
Entry threatens the residence.
A prism love that separates.
I have all reason.
I have no residence.
The wax has set.
The absence is in the decadence.
The god divides.
The god divides in two.
The god divides.
The god divides as do you.
Not so pretty when wrapped in reflections. There are lives are on loan.
The fallers have laid to rest here tonight.
This field has overflown.
Your god divides.
Your god divides you.
Your god divides.
Your god divides you into...