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The Hanging Tree
Thicken skies black by smoke asphyxiated,
choked inhale taken aspirated
for no air breathing in,
cast from urns of death's cremated, ashes birth to starting lines from finish to first point end,
to spring from all ways a weights,
sum err scaling,
to find fall is unfailing,
ends less last to win tears in strips,
to know death grips rope in ties,
a noose to lynch,
drunk off ginseng aloes dangle embodies,
drop cold temper chores sin flies,
fed fires to quench,
one neck odds against,
two broken eggs,
no perch finds twist by branch,
or nest in pride,
a hanging tree ropes twines
held yarn bind,
enough to snuff out or choke,
of any spark spoke,
any more find,
life's flame,
starved to hunger,
a hanging for love,
fed motive ate shuns,
shade hell dens,
in for null,
infer knows,
innocence hates a noose stretched,
at neck incensed ate infinity,
two inflamed for beast to catch,
six left behind trinity,
to hell again three sixes seed to start,
between ground hard below,
rock bottom knows,
woods only unholy timber,
does not one first remember,
it's the seconds long fall that is hard,
if the instant landing is not fed to fanning,
flames by more than innocence can be,
for given tendered,
offense in no sins,
all cleansed,
One,
unbroken,
For,
One,
Two,
Build again,
raised from the ashes,
blessed as the seven seas to capture all,
as one in eye sight of destruction
hungers less for misery to feed on debris,
left three times to temple fall,
destruction teeth multiplied saw sees,
by unequal in so ate the fallen stars,
Given by temptation bore fruit,
Knew two know deeds of trees,
a forrest forsaken branches leaf in pursuit,
at roots to fall off in wholes it leaves,
eternity locked in a trunk to hold,
a rotten core bound to burn,
from within for salvation,
perched doves not,
once of,
trinity,
given wings,
rest of,
Flight,
when once a tree sung green with life,
now but barely hung a burnt trunk,
in silence sung not a bird to be,
for pride,
atop a charred burned out tree,
more charcoal meant it seems,
only by winds its ashes rise,
unforgiven not seen to fly,
for a tree offered
not a branch to perch by peace,
nor protection proffer,
for sanctuary,
to nest in only pride,
finds not a wing,
To lift and fly,
for not a Phoenix,
from ashes rise,
just a rotten trunk felled where it lies,
were a hanging tree once by use,
nest to perch were only
noose,
find its broken branches pride for,
made now better,
fertilizer.





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