Xeno Hemlock

I will slide under. You will crawl over.
Worship my totem. Gaze at your flower.
Grip at my hardness. Explore your cave.
Make warm my shovel. I’ll fill your grave.

Choke with my pride. I drool on your virtue.
Rain on my cactus. I’ll make warm your igloo.
My lava is boiling. Your beast begins moaning.
Don’t hurry up yet. We’re only beginning.

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