May 2nd
The ferocious sky grappled with the ground,
Growling and grinding its gruesome teeth.
But the plips and the plops from the blood shed in battle,
Is the drips and the drops of a faucet.
Reminds me of a home.
The ferocious sky grappled with the ground,
Growling and grinding its gruesome teeth.
But the plips and the plops from the blood shed in battle,
Is the drips and the drops of a faucet.
Reminds me of a home.