Respect

I take this branch from you, tree, that i give you mine when i’m a tree

In Artisson

We’ve lost respect we’re part of a cycle,

From which to grow

We’re not it’s end goal

Nature is greater than us

The cycle is greater than us all

I’ve learnt one’s persuasion is not a measure of the person, 

I’ve learnt respect thru s and m

Part of Life’s cycle

Gods’ “chosen” have hastened their own end

T’was never inevitable, t’was always them, the devil they see everywhere they look

The devil in them

If one’s evil in life

One will be evil in death

And if you destroy your God’s creation

What good is a bible to you, then?

We’re branching off,

The good people, from God’s cycle,

Greater than us

Full of God’s own joyous breath

From here to there

From me to you, g, Artisson, s and m,

And the rest, I give this branch

Heaven-sent