• fr0stic 4w

    Humans.
    Prized resource,
    The heavens seek
    Eternally,
    To express it's mindset,
    To manifest it's secret.
    To clothe the earth,
    With dying noon-days,
    And midnight skies.
    Humans,
    A treasure,
    Heavenly merchants pursue,
    Timelessly.
    To bend it's reality,
    To please it's source.
    Like a parasite,
    It's hunted host.
    ©fr0stic