Deaf, Or So They Say Poem by Will Lusced

Trees don't leave and can't go anyway until you've really jumped
At what you can say when you [saw] yourself until you're stumped
Unfornutately for me I get tortured for [russian] her like a fiend
On for 'tune it to leave' and still living a lie the radio cut my dream

Stumbling and bleeding I lay flat after a 'diddly' axe attack
The 'get our wrist' wielder did away with my torso in a sack
In death I watch the alive thrive as I'm forced to play solitaire
Leaving the remains of the head neck and limbs suspended in solid air

The war between life and death turned into a game to play
While I wait for the dead saving 'truc(e) K'? to hall me way.
Taking the form of a vehicle to wield the heals for those who die
I pray it will be Jesus Christ to dropp in His own mannor..
From that yellow eye in the sky