Copywritten - Ghostlimb

I’ve appropriated

As I stumble through, all those lines and verses

To make something new

I guess those authors never died

They just slithered back

With new ideas to monopolize

Like, you can’t have the feeling of creation

Because we own the feeling of creation

And now mythologies, run serpentine

And pick up the dirt and leaves of revelry

The future will never see, that these giants

Are just like all of us