You wanted to play shells, Abel and Cain;
there were two cats
in a box, one escaped
but did it return for a fathers grief?
No, for it was pregnant.
The spirits leaves, you'll have but a vessel
without any of the focal points
like a ship without seamaps
without an engine or a sail for the ocean
for you took my son from me.
I sealed it with a tear on the covenant,
unbound the spirit of i-t,
which dwelled inside;
it is but a string which is left to be cut
and the noose is released.
Was it then two or three cats in the box?
I tell you now, for it is done,
but the box was under water,
submerged lest the creatures would
escape the genetic lab.
Two-Three cats drowned the same day
the parents jumped the hole
and the chamber was flooded,
for safety measures, yet one escaped
with the electric currents.
Born from the dead carcass it was
clawed its way out from
deaths grasp in a secret room,
and its name is Khem, it knows not
who it is for the name.
It roams about at the watery tomb
of its parents screeching
what were there names?
I know them not! I am without
consciousness until.
Never was it writ on their graves
nor a journal or spoken of
but Khem is the creature
which claws at us, for it is but
a guardian still.
Tell not their names if you know
for if it found the words
it would leave the tombstone
to devour us all, for it is hungry
beyond means.
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