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Tree Of Life









Tree Of Life



The rains symphony/
Makes history/
A bit more tame, infamy/
Replaced by mysteries/
Of the heart, shade's lifted, we/
Can pray, spiritually/
Inclined/
But crypts rise/
As we explain differently/
Why we fade listlessly/
And fail miserably/
Is life a charade christening/
Amazed instances/
Regular, enslaved, ripping these/
Chains instantly/
Off, send brigades, infatry/
To filet, killing me/
But I'll remain, whispering/
The phrase giddily/
Fanning flames instantly/
To immolate industry/
That imitates living we/
Dont do/
Even though you/
Know truth/
And I have broke through/
Most choose/
To ignore with silly lazy/
Quickly wavering/
Sickly raving/
Choked sleuths/
With no proof/
I hoped new/
Avenues/
Would manage to/
Crack a few/
Entrances/
With definite/
Panic room/
Because I'm attaching cruel/
Imagined spools/
Of string to my heart/
To keep me from fall-/
Ing into a drastic rude/
Attitude/
Snatch the moon/
From the sky and crash into/
The canvas, boom/
As massive plooms/
Of blood/
Jut/
Out of my nose, splashing grooves/
And adding true/
Character to my massive bruise-/
S, I used it/
To influence/
The rapid boost/
Of manic fuel/
That powers loose/
Evenings/
With loot, scheming/
I viewed, need it/
A nude dream of/
You singing/
As we peruse gleaming/
Museums/
With two feet in/
A noose reaching/
It's looming again/
Yet I'm too weak to fend/
It off, accruing a cent/
Or a few pieces glint-/
Ing in the blue twinkling/
Night sky/
Designed right/
By sly/
Divine eyes/
That shine bright/
Oozing drips/
Of lunar mist/
It drew me in/
A movie script/
That sooner give-/
N vitality would boost these clips/
Of life zooming in-/
To the Heavens, eschewing pits/
And galloping/
Towards galaxies/
Cords, boundaries/
More tampering/
With freedom is torn out of these/
Cordialities/
With scorn, apathy/
And the court's majesty/
I sure adamant/
Matters at/
Hand are met/
By masters and/
The maddest men/
But happenings/
Are leaving me ravenous/
So let's wrap this mess/
Up and storm massively/
To the door cracked with keys/
In the hole, cackling/
With warmth, laughing free/
So hold fast to me/
And let's boldly grab the tree/
Of life, no more blasphemy/

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