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The Mimic Well

 

The Mimic Well

(álbum: Relentless Mutation - 2017)


Before the sand around the well turned black
There ran a water
Clear, forgiving, serene
Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path
Up Earth, in wait of wither
What should have killed the growth at birth did not
In the rushing river soon
To mimic those who dare engage it
A human host removes the brood
Without material merit for her three stillborn litter
Swelling and pounding its way out her orifice
The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn
The rivers thin surface, like porous blue fabric
Absorbed the occurrence
The fetuses carried below

In the mimic well of siren triplets
A crude onyx hatches
In this tale of a godless odyssey
The foreign force reflects the three deadborn within its waters
The mimic well of siren triplets
Feeds the spent young that regrow inside it
Filling, fueling, nursing itself
Down the throats of the clones like a formula, living and black

A maternal overseer
Training them to take the image of anyone
Three augmenting in their pit
A triad of ominous gestating replicates
Born together, yet apart
The fluid embedding itself in each one of them
Allocating powers to each uniquely
Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow
Teething on the brick in the well
Until growing human bodies
Silken, ripe and captivating
When a hunter thought to be dead returned alive
The widow knew it came back not a man

In the mimic well of siren triplets
A crude onyx hatches
In this tale of a godless odyssey
The foreign force reflects the three deadborn within its waters
The mimic well of siren triplets
Feeds the spent young that regrow inside it
Filling, fueling, nursing itself
Down the throats of the clones like a formula, living and black

Slick black tar spits from their
Three young tempting apertures
Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge on the victim's appearance
Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection
Black engaging red on the furtive stage at the river's edge
Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M

They capture this display of the water-born's
Insatiable shifting hunger
Then project this feeding process infinitely
From that moment
On to all those who show a willingness to view it
During their gaze into The Drip

The siren's feast
In its pure and ancient state
Carries on in timeless Kairos
The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation
Echo again and again in the mimic well
The siren's feast
Echo again and again in the mimic well
Echo again and again in the mimic well

feito

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