C. elegans called the sun,

in prayer,

And deflowered its sons,

Making layers

of dust.

Slithering through the births

of their sins,

Demons taunt their turf

with the ashes of ruins,

Begging their ancestors for relief

from the abyss.

Blisters overcome by bliss,

Solar mercy,

Rains from above

deliver solace to the worm.