We, The WormsA Poem by Kenneth ComptonWe feast on flesh and bones abound We the worms, who live in ground Lepers, Legends, all in likeness They all fall victim to our kiss
We suck your soul dry of frame And what god can say the same? We eat your beauty do you see The truth of your eternity?
Now you see your fate so pure We, the worms who hold the cure Human sickness cleansed in us Why not worship gods like us? © 2008 Kenneth ComptonReviews
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10 Reviews Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorKenneth ComptonHurst, TXAboutI am a veteran, 30 years old, and a writer. Nothing else really matters. more..Writing
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