Bokor Varmint Soul
evolving vermin in the dry grit locust sociology hunting dust in the dead plains unfolding morphology cover footprints cover faces in the dying wind in the silent inner core
let the starving come to me, bow to me, pay me my dues I'm a cruel god, but lustful and nothing can part us now. we are like one
killing shadows in the dry fields where the dead surface under the plow bones collecting bones under the cold sun etching their useless names into the crust of the earth
let the starving come to me, bow to me, give me my share I'm a harsh god, but a just god give me your suffering. we are like one
under / the radar / tiny / like insects harmless / but legion / in your moisture / in the salt beds
let the starving fly, fly, fly, fly in the end I'm a mute god, but joyful give me your harvests and give me your lands, vermin breed for me, breed for me, breed for me now, vermin breed, breed, breed for me now