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The Gardener_

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



This is a dark Garden in need of tending! I drew some inspiration from the New Manson song of teh same title. Its an awsome new album go by it!


Submitted:Aug 20, 2012    Reads: 46    Comments: 25    Likes: 10   


I tender the ground so hard and dry

To ensure I grow the best possible

Seething hatred before I wither and die

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The seeds I sow are created from pain

The kind that makes you soul bleed

And the blows of a fist over and over again

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The nourishment they thrive upon

Are the salted tears of sorrow and despair

Hastily collected before they are gone

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My fertiliser of choice not for the faint of heart

And the shit that I spread from the decaying dead

Give my unholy seeds, the best possible start.

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So I tender the ground with tools made of bone

As I while away the centuries and beyond

With no-one else to care for, but myself alone

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I care for my seeds like a father doth his spawn

To help them along and nurture and grow

With the ultimate glory for them to be born

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So with tears and faeces I tend to my young

Talking all the time to them of the lives ahead

Their hurt and betrayal not yet even begun

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So I watch as my hatred grows to wondrous heights

Seeing the potential they now have to offer

And my thoughts drift off to imagine the delights

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I bid my children goodbye, with a blood red tear

As they go into the world to spread unrest

And a large proportion of unbridled Fear!





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