Derivative of dinosaurs
Omnivore, carnivore, herbivore
We roar through the land
The grandfather of night commands
That we should develop hands
To herd the scattered sheep
And piece together that which
Doesn't weep
To stars in oblivion of scars
Shattered among the temple ruins
Of ancestral atonement never met
Yes we melt from the frets of
A wet moon
Tears trickling from the monsoon
Of a million little languishing child
Who come to croon
Soon
Like mother once sang in tune
reaction
sublime