The cassowary

Death, death, death

The cassowary 

A waiter hovering us

On the need to giveth us final diggings

Thou art good

Say thy Lord

Thou art fair

Say thy Lord

Thou taketh the grew hair in his evening

Thou taketh the shinny hair in his morning

Thou taketh pair legs in random 

Thou art good

Say thy Lord

You art fair

Say thy Lord

Death death death

We welcome thy visiting dreadfully

We take refuge in cave Hira

And we are not save

Before half second

Death jolt door of soul

The soul embrace the death

Death death death

That evening

When the shadow cloths the land and sea

We thought to devour the gift of dead night

The dead night became a sentient night

 

The cassowary sings on the night branch

And blesses the night a gift

Death death death

By Gomina MJ

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