Weed All About It (The Grass Is Not Greener)
The wailing words of the blowing winds,
Hark the herald (angels sigh),
Evidence our humanity dies from:
North,
East,
West, south;
Scoffing religion.
Mutated malicious intent glorified.
Eyes fill with sand,
Dry up,
Immune to tears.
An antipathy of posterity's perspicacity.
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