defiling the graves of ancient trees,
i'll bring you to your knees,
flesh of this,
flesh of that
prejudicial dish
in judgement you sat
let she who is without
pierce me now
and drink of my water
and feast of my bread
for now
only i walk among the dead
wandering spirit
trapped in a cage
mindful always of the
tenthousand plagues!
the perfect state
in full bloom stagnates.
nice
Great stuff. Makes me want to cry. Hope you aren't as sad as that feels :wink:
who mourns the trees
in their airconditioned
automobiles?
blood for sap,
oil is the soul
that we sell for favours granted.
a eulogy for the wise
beyond our comprehension.
does the willow not weep?
Just lovely, horab.
Thanks for sharing.
think not of me, but thank
our brothers the trees
for the air we breath.
we soil their gift
and taint their treaty.
how long before
we choke upon the ashes of our
own downfall?
*barfs*
8)
::mops up::
(mutter mutter curse)
::bows to horab::