scribbled nonsense in the middle of the night before the last month had passed (but slightly altered...)

The desired disease for

the goblins' last summer

15 hundred feet beneath the moisturous ground

of dirt, mud, and rocks on this

mucky sphere we call Earth...

where the sounds

where the music

where death

really comes from

green, tangled, dark, and feared,

we call it

the goblins' home.