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Garden-Like Fate

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If I don’t disturb the peace,
It won’t disturb me.
The whole beating as one living thing,
To take in our toxins.

Where moss erases sin,
And dirt purifies evil.
Leaves us in this Poison Forest,
Of grasses, weeds, and life.

Working as one, and thinking as two,
The two of life and death,
Each very closely related.
On this world we walk.

What makes us the gods?
The devils, to decide fate unwillingly.
Reluctantly we step, and devastate,
We must be stopped.
Ok, I swear I wasn’t on drugs while writing this… My friend and I were doing yard work, and I was pulling these weeds, right? And I look down, and I’ll be damned on how amazed I was. I one little square inch, there was these three crazy mosses, two spiders, flowers, ants, a rollie-pollie, and like these crazy TINY red bugs. But man, I got even closer to look at the moss, I didn’t even knew grew. One was the average green, fuzzy kind that grows all over the ground, but on top of that was these blue little balls, they were furry, I don’t know what they’re called, but they were cool. But the best moss was this red one. It looked like this little red vine with pods in it, and it was curly… it was crazy… There was a white-flower spider, and a jumping spider, just bumming around, watching me. So.. Yeah, here’s what came of today.
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silentmode's avatar
Oh my why haven't I read this earlier?? Fantastic poem with a wise message. Well and are you sure there's no mushrooms growin in your garden ??