if there is no harvest, on what will you feast
but the rotting black corpse of all that's deceased
nature had planted its seeds and prepared
and waited on you to then grow what was there
bodies amassed in the fields, spread afar
but nobody was who they'd said that they are
they toiled and played while wasting their time
and none of them paid to the crops any mind
ripe in their ways and the choices they'd made
everyone thought they'd be welcoming grain
but Fall came around and revealed something else
that the only things grown were personal hells
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
if there is no harvest, on what will you feast
but the rotting black corpse of all that's deceased
nature had planted its seeds and prepared
and waited on you to then grow what was there
bodies amassed in the fields, spread afar
but nobody was who they'd said that they are
they toiled and played while wasting their time
and none of them paid to the crops any mind
ripe in their ways and the choices they'd made
everyone thought they'd be welcoming grain
but Fall came around and revealed something else
that the only things grown were personal hells
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