no bubble,
just this moment to know it,
pressure point,
need air!
air,
air,
fuck it,
ima fish now.
wait,
oh yea,
i cant be one,
to late,
u became their food.
oh
well,
ima worm then,
wiggle
wiggle
wiggle
poof
ima bait.
common
im tasty
salty
invertebrate bug.
ina platform
the spotlight
drowning
movin
done
u caught me,
im ur fuel now,
feel better.
im no longer here,
mutated into what you need,
more in ur belly,
to continue moving
as worms hides in apples,
the snakes hold them tight
before her hand picks it from the source,
and the world undress it's immortality,
and he finds me in my sugary bed, and connects the intentions of this surviving earth, that needs me to get them something in order to be.
while im in u,
ur brain
ur guts
cause
I didn't die
but reproduced inside.
la conqista de la presa.
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