Blueprint
vincy kamberk

From the moulder's intent  
into the frying pan  
a rude awakening  
to life's ordeal.  
The predator's word  
a double-edged sword  
the escapist sings  
a forsaken song.  
The primitive urge  
too eager to surge  
embracing pain  
from the serpent's tongue  
to the unicorn ears.  
In the time of need  
one persons hunger  
another's greed.  
There are traces left  
of what was indeed  
a primordial feed  
the pillaging and theft  
of the original seed.