I got crucified,
in shadows
all around,
then I fled.
You defiled
the grounds
of the Crown
with yappy hounds
as I sowed.
I'll versify
blood flow
of the bounds
living & dead,
I'll justify
the spinning around
of hollering
and the sounds
tree branch snaps
out oozes the sap.
You diversified
and I got burned,
can't be entertained,
since the log was hurled,
since the tree was whirled
one swoop of your axe,
wraps bluest of laces
and sweetest perfume scent.

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You said, if I burned it down....
the ghosts inside you would drown.
The good of you was no trophy,
but you saw that of it in me.

I lit up that house in gasoline,
was it a crumbling routine,
to only move on from a perch,
a freezing soul that's submerged?

If my sign's fading, will yours glow
on to the wings of a stirring of crow
about to die head-first into the soil,
and time forgets such broth and boil....