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Long slender fingers piercing thy' womb
The rings hidden from plain sight
Perhaps symbolising it's marriage,
With nature, as bride in a green gown
The cusp of life from a dead tomb
Hail! The king with the green crown
Hail! The king of the jungle town
Hail! The king who fought without iron
Almost submitting as an act of penance
Hail? For now the king is dead
The victor feast upon thy body
And all that is left is a stump
All that is left is the decay
And land fertile to bear a new child

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  1. PAPER To PeN 1311 September 2019 at 10:44

    Its about a tree being grown and and being cut .. and again the decayed land is ready for a new tree to grow

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