dearly departed

now that you've reached this far
you might come to know

how you died
how you transformed
how you larvaed into this mirage

it's all a mirage
a desert image

you can pinch yourself
you can look yourself into your darkest mirror

creator loves all
and smashes the innocent (sometimes the not - human perspectice anyway)
the ants cross the trail
why, what happened
she was so good
why did god take

creation still loves
ingnorantly though

can't see all