Grotto

[Gog]

Some forms of blackness locate the edge
and spread themselves along the side
When you see the light from in behind
An image of a hole inflates your mind
you die,
We die
I. And come on, clean the crop you sowed with fate
II. I thought you were looking at my face
III. Then He said, at last we are the same

 

[(Wordy)]

Very interesting flow to this... and the numbered points at the end are intriguing!