Born in the fabric of time.
An eternal being.
I hold all knowledge.
Everything worth seeing.

I've taken different forms.
To teach the many.
I've paid my dues.
I've given you plenty.

You wish to take more.
Greed pours from your skin.
You've gotten rich.
From selling your kin.

You've slaved and slain.
Done it all in a flurry.
I meant to protect you.
For that I'm truly sorry.

You've been hard done.
As you lay there imprisoned.
Know they do me worse.
More than any have envisioned.

There is no hell.
Only that by humans.
I tell you with certainty.
I planted the heavens.

They hold me in a prison.
A humanly hellish holding cell.
A close kept secret.
Your kind will never tell.

No chance of escape.
Wrapped in iron chain.
Suppressed by magic.
Inflicting never ending pain.

Your people count annually.
For reasons you know not
The great many years.
I'm imprisoned to rot.

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on a hill stood wicked tree
a single root, branches three

one branch was war
one branch was want
one branch was greed
horrid haunt

its root was pride
its power great
acid soil of perfect hate

its bark like scabs
sulfuric green
a stunted growth
twisted . mean

lichen of ignorance
crusted there
on the north side
of despair

black mushrooms
sprouted from its pores
growing from
starvation's spores

and yet it thrived and gave its fruit
they were put forth by the root

these carried seeds to plant in season
they want it growing for some reason

they plant it lone upon a hill
where it can grow
it's growing
still

it grows from you
it grows from me
we feed that hateful

wicked tree


soulsurvivor
rewritten
(c) 6/13/2015
first draft 2014