Like branches of trees reaching out across the heavens,
touching those who see and feel them, favoring life -
long friends to those who leave you.
Blue skies, friendly, always there, unlike many humans
who dare to be unkind in every walk of life.
Bending into depths of nothingness, wrenching from it,
hearts of sorrow, tears, remorse.
Blindly tearing through friendships, stamping out their
tomorrows, living only in the darkness - it is of their
own choosing.
Swallowing daily, pride fills them full of indigestion,
and the gas of their disdain, sending them to pits of hell
never to return again.
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