Painted Slug

Boar a hole no one will ever know.
Stay in a place dark and deep no one will ever go.
The roots open us up to the sky.
For what become is blessed pay.
There can be no other brother from another.
The capture is here now you’re deep under cover.
I know to spring you lose would be a favor.
If it is a favor you’re seeking, see you later.
Roots open up from seedling become a blessing.
Enough of you and you’re second guessing.
Blessed brother from deep under cover seeking another mother say you’re the king.
If you do this I will take you away you poor thing.