The lush of life, the lush of green,
Oh, if the beauty had been seen,
Full of luminescent green flowers,
Full of great mighty oaks covered in moss and vines,
When the breeze blows the green leaves fall, thus creating emerald showers,
The forest is filled with true beauty, and deep unexplored ravines…

I somehow appeared in this mystic unknown place,
I know I wasn't dreaming, it was true to my face,
The place smelled of sweet mint leaves,
There a bird sings it's song, there a hue-ish green spider it's emerald web weaves,
The forest fills with noises of the woods,
Ravens soaring above the mossy oaks, looking for goods,
The rabbits, their fur covered in moss, munching on the bright emerald grass,
I strode through the fog, which more looked like the green thick and healthy gas…

The oaks' bark aged with years that passed and swept away,
The sky is a dim greenish hue, looks like it's day,
There is no sun, the green fog covers the sky,
I see strange twinkling blue stars, in the sky up so high,
I feel how I kicked something while I was walking,  as the thing rolled away,
I looked, and it was an emerald acorn, all shining like a gem, say,
It looked so beautiful, all shining and sparkling like a star,
Then something caught my keen eye in the far…

It was a wolf, the fur covered in moss, the fangs all green,  glassy shards of an emerald gem,
It looked mighty and strong, like in this emerald forest an emblem,
But it looked passive too, and I had the urge to stroke it's fur,
Hear something from it like a purr,
But I decided not to, this emerald forest looked strange enough,
The life of green, the lush of the woods, green being the stuff…

I continued walking ahead,
Having thoughts in my head,
How I came to be upon this place,
Such a place, unknown by any race,
Somewhere in the lost in the deep,
Maybe I'm still in my sleep?
I ignored my thoughts and got drowned by the fog,
Barely could see an oak here and there a fallen mossy log,
I passed through the lush of green and the woods, filled with life and green,
I searched around for any signs of people with my eye being keen,
But I found none,
Maybe here I'm the only one,
Ignoring my thoughts again I strolled  in deeper into the vast unknown forest,
Maybe I'm asleep, or maybe on me this is some kind of test…


-Mishka Wayz

the most important thing is to keep the most important thing the most important thing

How much longer till they realize
  the shepherds are trying to be sheep
hidden by fake prophets
  trying to fake sleep
for they are the demons
  that make us
weep