I looked across beneath the tree
personalities ly on the pastures green
Flickering red hang from the tree
Mad at God for how it fell
I told my wrath what a poet
They fell on grass that didn't ly
Bore apples rote in pain
Poring tears, seedlings grew
Lighting flickers personalities grew
though my foe was my blood
My foe stretched beneath the tree
Turned around and made me bleed
I fell far from the tree