Listen to Thy

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When thy shall come over
A honeysuckle as beautiful as her
As beautiful as the light
As angelic as someones might
As white,as artistic as human as this
Whom thy shall come over to the little flower
And cover it with smoke ,I Wonder?
Whom thinks they have enough might
To come here with all of this spite
To say ,,I love what s beautiful"
And kill thy small wonder?

Whom shall think they love the sky and the light
Whom shall say they adore the pure energy
Will stop in this instant,or with me they shall fight.
Will never forget the flower as a memory.

Whom dares to come to their garden
And scream and shout ,,It s ugly,the sky is brighter*
Whom dares to raise smoke (i am personally  grossed)
To the Father Son and the holy ghos
Thy shall never be pardoned
Thy shall never own a blody lighter.

Thy don t deserve breathing
The earth is to much for suck weaklying
Their flowers are falling apart
And they expect to meet their God?

Step aside
Calm down and up you morally tied
Step aside,  you blind witch
Stop trying to be a ,,teach"
Because the sky,you shan t reach.

You shan t reach it,no
To reach the sky you need the ground
The ground with its daisies,weeds and honeysuckle crowned
How could you wish and know
When your land is almost in snow?

Let the flowers grow
Listen to them,to their echo
Listen,look,feel,taste,smell their art
It isn t that bloody hard.

Especially if you want to reach the sky
Get down the clouds and listen to the cry
One singular and never ending sorrow
A sorrow that once you felt
..oh,how easy it is to forget?
You take my eyes,my neck,my arms,cmmon,borrow
Please i am begging you,try them.
Try to feel the flowerses realm.

Cmmon you monster,you two heades twats
You sugar beasts,you anger Klotz
You ,,know it alls" you ,,know it betters"
Borrow my sweat and my letters
Borrow it all and I dare whom shall call the flowers grounded
Live for an hour in the life of one s who with everything is bonded

Listen to the crys of your garden
Listen to the echos in the torture chamber
Listen to your angels,your artist,your preformers
..One day,they will burn their elders

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