Set when this all began,
I push them away
With a reckless hand.
Idle and wild...
My chosen lifestyle,
Growing without restraint,
Tainting the roots that hold
This towering tree.
I'm a hollowed out oak
Soaked in sour milk.
My legs wobble on this mud pie hill
And this angered god has his hand
On his hilt.
His merciless justice
Will slaughter earth's sow
And this abor will serve in the wind
As my plow.
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