Shredding like sea waves towards a cave.
It gathered black and white.
Yellow and brown turning around.
They spread their wings against the wind
as they parade like soldiers of civilians.
Dark and wild looting every corner looking for the owner
their wings red like blood
their king not among there cord to war''
they flew without flaws
ranting and stinking through the sliced bread.
They made ready there pots and spoons to murder their unbearable taste which they couldn't wait as they all sat down to consume there agitated desire for what they admire,
bees breed bees who creed the creek with there craving taste.
The cankerworms picks his mult to swave'' the mosquitoes takes her leave.
For they come for war and not for peace.
For they come to stink as they stung.
Before the day ran mile
By:
Beryl Rem
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