Monster Cut

Noah

From the bottom of this canyon, where scarlet water falls.
To the top of the rock, across the barren wasteland.
Covered in dunes under an excruciating pulse of the sun.
Along the blades of the machine that scrapes through the ground.

Aboard the wayfarer, climbing to the tip of this monster.
Eyesight sets upon the true terror of beauty.
Watching these machines comb through the prisoner.
Falling through the monster's canyons, in his scarlet waterfall. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2017 17:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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