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The Gardener_

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

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: 48    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


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


The nourishment they thrive upon

Are the salted tears of sorrow and despair

Hastily collected before they are gone


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.


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


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


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


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


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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