Timidly waiting for the apocalypse
Husky smell of dying leaves
Come climbing through the trees
of the refrigerated wings of the season
She observes the confines of a sisterhood
A model for her scrutiny
Their insatiable thirst for human flesh
is not as riveting as they say
How come time has passed
and you have yet to make friends down here?
There is clearly something wrong with you,
don’t they all agree on that?
She came swooping down from a southern land
while she was spiralling the wings of life
She had them flapping around her torso
Blacked out the sun as she kicked up the dust
‘Cause she couldn’t keep up with their altitude
An envoy from the banshee said:
“You’re a ghost of what you’re supposed to be,
you know the answer when you ask yourself:”
How come time has passed (…)
Timidly waiting for the apocalypse
Husky smell of dying leaves
Come climbing through the trees
of the refrigerated wings of the season
There’s clearly something wrong with you:
You are pristine
- Lars Ole Okstad

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