Sordid

Meet a reaper bone to bone bonding,
Somedays have never been so easy.
A hundred thousand tests on me,
No wonder I'm not worth anything.

Place a tree mid sentance for need,
Need of a better way to bring greenery;
Envy, my passions, my deceit,
Its the only fruit that I can eat.

You wonder if your not tested,
And you sit there so well nested;
But I have one more twig and leaf
To skewer all the little birdies.

A song caught in a head dead,
Its time for natures meddling,
Its time for depth dwelling,
Oh! The worm and his swelling head.

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