A simpleton once tricked himself
And thought that he could read.
He read himself to death
And 'ventually did become a seed.
In that lifeless form the seed began to drink.
Intoxicated 'n growing this tree began to think.
Branches and leaves towered
Up to the heavens,
While shrouded, dark roots
Burrowed to hell.
Greater was this tree than any other before,
Though not much fruit did he bear, nor
Would, nor was sought to show himself
More.
He chose not to swive himself
Like they the swine--themselves growing
Beside him.
Fraudulent and rotting
These self-proclaimed
Gods spent
Their time pissing on one another.
Eating their own shit and vomit,
They buggered and bit
And covered my earth
With discomposure.
Something happened
'Ov revelation.
This tree then did find
Himself to be just as every other kind
Thinks of
Themselves.
We're all so
Unique, Extraordinary, Righteous, and Elevated
In our
Psyches, memory, consciousness, and own head.
But it happens
To be that
We truly
Are not.
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