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A seed, set into soil, seeded to be a great oak tree. sprouts in deepest of hells floors towers unto heaven’s door. Many try the climb and fail Not many live to tell the tale Many try the climb and find At the top they are forgiven sin. Many will gaze upon the tree maybe you. Maybe me. Golden fruit and angels high branches of life unto the sky. Pleasure below, swapped for the soul Ecstasy traded for a heavy toll Angels look down from tree branch high Demons beckon below One way yes, one way no I am climbing from bottom to top Although at times I am stopped even when I begin to fall I catch myself and begin again That climb from Worlds end
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
The tree at the end of the world
A seed, set into soil, seeded to be a great oak tree. sprouts in deepest of hells floors towers unto heaven’s door. Many try the climb and fail Not many live to tell the tale Many try the climb and find At the top they are forgiven sin. Many will gaze upon the tree maybe you. Maybe me. Golden fruit and angels high branches of life unto the sky. Pleasure below, swapped for the soul Ecstasy traded for a heavy toll Angels look down from tree branch high Demons beckon below One way yes, one way no I am climbing from bottom to top Although at times I am stopped even when I begin to fall I catch myself and begin again That climb from Worlds end
#tree#nature#sin#god#life#depression#happy#sad#blue#green
Creetos
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Creetos
22/M/Scotland
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
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