Such a curse it is to ignore
The magic found beyond your door
To not call to mind the lore
Of the One Who is the Core
Ah the bitterness of Adam’s sons
Of Cain’s never ceasing runs
To have life seized as by the Huns
To where one cannot laugh at puns
A curse that sees a tree as less
Then a sign of the One’s caress
A simple thing He does bless
Whose depths we could only guess
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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