Reality

Thorns of flesh

Rotten food

Go away like a rondavoo

You evil snipers

Whispering lies

Thinking it is good

To portray mankind

One day the thorns shall cease

And lillies will sprout upon the leaf’s

And that filthy flesh will be destroyed

The breath of life will overflow with

Beauty from above

It will pierce the wicked

With an angel of turtledoves

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