Thee Umpteenth Pawn

800 horse hips

Take to the trees gracely
Shed the Sun some sunlight only
Hold life in sacred regard
Fend off found another day.
Varying indices react header
Launch smooth and fast
Napalm strewin thrash.
Like a white hill of snow
The hearth heel the seal
Grown home start uppity rolls.
Bilge the stop tank at.
The ongoing useless
Sacrament of the City.