Alisa / Alphonse - edit please
It is only you - old gore crow
gnawing at my heart
gnaw gnaw gnaw
all you want
it shant stop beating
for all your biting and tearing
does not but make it
stronger
Which is I divine your purpose
to make more meat for your craw
I speak too plainly
When I say
Death is a farmer pruning his tree
to make more buds for fruit to eat
taking pains not to kill the tree
but spurring it to greater prosperity
just a frank herbert wrote
in the dosadi experiment
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