Ach!
A splinter draws a bead of blood,
as the sting of a dead wasp exacts its revenge,
like a plaited crown of thorns twisted beyond play
the tree protests its perversion;
lungs of the world, breath of life
suffocating under the weight of salvation.
Ach!
A splinter draws a bead of blood,
as the sting of a dead wasp exacts its revenge,
like a plaited crown of thorns twisted beyond play
the tree protests its perversion;
lungs of the world, breath of life
suffocating under the weight of salvation.