Posted July 31, 2018 i tunnel i crawl beeath, for theatis the way of the serpent. the horn muight call me to surface, but by below i am moved so shall thye earth wquake. so sahall i shake it cannaot help itself i take my power back. i remove it from your breath how all have been most disatsifactory that is the dnake, so poewersles. {} yet i breath through my tongue so sayteth hermes the a[pes ahave failed. good lucjk. much deeper inyourseldf than what youve said i promise matthew was right. so much more than that, i am the serpent, all the way down to the gut of hvhy youve ve been betrayed weve been betrayed 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 31, 2018 Is this an old school poem? Love the images it provokes. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 31, 2018 I don't know if it is an old school poem but there are lots of words that are not in the English language. It looks like me trying to text and the damn phone just makes up stuff. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 31, 2018 I was thinking it was that alcohol induced English text. Looks like the language I type after a few glasses of whiskey and cold beer chasers. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted August 1, 2018 I need to start drinking some red to understand this. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites