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i aim to be a gardener of souls who plants seeds for roots to grow to feed one in hunger and water one in thirst i aim to be a gardener of souls who weaves sweet life with death aid spirits to bloom and bend from the souls that I will tend but once i was a gardener of towers who whispered sweet words to boost bullies powers who swept all the lies that killed innocent life so i prayed and i screamed and lived on my knees but now i believe   I’ll die on my feet that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls who walks through grasses of joy and when gardener grows old as the plants have foretold i’ll lay embroiled with the soil as lessons fast uncoil i aim to be a gardener of life who invests in love and light laughter is the food i’ll eat the air i’ll breathe is pure delight i aim to be a gardener of souls and what i sow i’ll reap i’ll listen to the melody from trees who only teach. i aim to be a gardener of souls who will rake the leaves as they bleed secrets a fool dares not receive but a gardener of souls knows of natural wisdom through long droughts through fierce floods a lesson to devour no rain; no flowers no pain; no powers but those up in their towers the gardens of cowards your grave is far below
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Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
i aim to be
i aim to be a gardener of souls who plants seeds for roots to grow to feed one in hunger and water one in thirst i aim to be a gardener of souls who weaves sweet life with death aid spirits to bloom and bend from the souls that I will tend but once i was a gardener of towers who whispered sweet words to boost bullies powers who swept all the lies that killed innocent life so i prayed and i screamed and lived on my knees but now i believe   I’ll die on my feet that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls who walks through grasses of joy and when gardener grows old as the plants have foretold i’ll lay embroiled with the soil as lessons fast uncoil i aim to be a gardener of life who invests in love and light laughter is the food i’ll eat the air i’ll breathe is pure delight i aim to be a gardener of souls and what i sow i’ll reap i’ll listen to the melody from trees who only teach. i aim to be a gardener of souls who will rake the leaves as they bleed secrets a fool dares not receive but a gardener of souls knows of natural wisdom through long droughts through fierce floods a lesson to devour no rain; no flowers no pain; no powers but those up in their towers the gardens of cowards your grave is far below
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Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
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