The Frog

Deliver me from the darkness in which I dwell. Holy sky, Satanic earth as demons make my brain swell. How many times have I seen her by the morbid lake holding her thoughts and fears as the seaboils and the mountains brake. Stop now and listen to this. I have dreamed myself across this vast land in cool nights of wandering. Hopeless, thoughtless, desperate, thirsting for energy. Wanting water poured across the gentle frog. Please hold my frog for me. He wants to be held. He wants to be delivered from the land from which he dwelled. Help him.