Hatred and Love walk in Arm and Elbow
And they stride on a path to a Garden
Saying such things to each other as Now
These berries are Sweeter more than Your Own.
But my branches hold stronger than Fiber
Golden and folded on Human Shoulders
Squeezing its Arms in a Crown Put Upon
It approaches then it Went with a Warning
A routine in the ELbow is Power
Each with a Reason to glorify Harm
If not for a Cause then a Consequence
THat FIres of the Soul’s FLames that it Stoked
More for Amusement than for Mystery
For Vengeance seeking Vengeance’s Heart
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