Wandering Scarlet - Tree

the lethal autumn breeze
blows like a terrorist
upon the shriveled leaves

blown upon the infernal grass
how tragically wasted
like the dull minds at mass

the tree timidly grows
upon hollow soil
and all its pathetic woes

the leaves, raked away
burned or disposed
lest, the others shall see the next day

i fetch my rake, i bear my axe
i shake the leaves, i cut the tree
let it fall within the cracks

never more shall I leetch the tree
oh dear God,
never more shall I worship thee

Wandering Scarlet

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