Have you ever seen the flowers
That grow in Gods garden
The embodiment of each and all of us
Some grow strong and beautiful
Others grow weak and ugly
And the nasty ones lurk around
As they wrap around other stems
Then hurt with cruelty and anger
God keeps a watchful eye
Ending their callous nature
They don't belong in my display
He says as he removes them
And throws them to the bowels below
To the wasteland of fire called hell
Keep them down there Satan
Only good grows here
Not your disturbing disciples
And then he tends to the flowers
That grow in his garden
Gods garden that lives in heaven