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there once was a boy
let’s name him Henry
who planted a tree
to end his misery

the tree got chopped down
hell opening up
and the vines spread
inside his soul

„how ugly those vines are“,
the neighbors yelled
„cut them down! cut them off!“
they started rioting

little did they know they were
all a part of him
little did they know that
every vine they cut was a cut inside his heart

so he tried to explain
„hey, i think i’m the source“
„no you’re not.
the evil is not within you.“

so he smiled and nodded and waved goodbye
as they trampled on his veins
as they beat down his heart
as they poisoned his blood

poor little henry
all alone and lost and forgotten
crying in the corner of his garden
that’s grown over so no one can find him

the garden is empty
wiped clean
no trees no flowers no berry bushes.
just awful vines and thorns of roses

what a poor little boy he is
i wish i could help him
but you can’t replant
a chopped down tree
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