Vergoatt’s Continuance

The mind can be quieted

Vergoatt is the name

The distant, continuing one

Sure, the mind can be quieted son

if I put a bullet in it

Left this much for love is pain

as remembrance of Vergoatt’s continuance

Vergoatt is the one forever passing

in between the feelings of us, the loins

my sacred blood under oak trees
spills on the dirt close to sunlight

The corporal dust that’s been gathered
and collected

to make us face time over and over again

Whereas Vergoatt cannot

Thus the Nephilim divined us with love

to exist separately from greater truths
and permanence

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