Treeing

My God, What is this life?

Why do evil have to be such a constant

Why do you have to stand and be shade
You are tree, the evil is the sun, feeding you

Conformity flogging him paradise.
But wild was his butterfly that crave a perch of will
Remain resolved, Chances are all around you 
A tree stand erect in the morning and at night
It stands in the plenty and in the scarce
Providing shade still 
children cutlass gash deep and sleep under still
That's a tree, providing shade, still 

Being a man is treeing, standing still
Many don't make it out, to be a man is not easy
They fail and want you to join them
Crouch to do evil and become small, but to be a tree...
Music give you enough berth to take on the world 

Use it
What do you when many are controlled by the devil?
You stand like a tree, in the rain and scorching 

Earpiece on, whistling vocalizing, energy diffusion 
Only an animal couldn't communicate it's feelings

Many are still animal.
They believe in suffering, a swindle as business for petty recognition, their life's a curse .
Haggard in the sun, haggard in the rain
Dynamite in an orgasm, innards in everything 
If your life is a whirlwind you'll be forgotten
If a gentle breeze, you will be forgotten
Why toss dirt? Their life's a shame
Sheepish laughter at failed wickedness
Can an animal teach man a lesson?
The god of an animal is a man 
Be a man, be a tree, a love that feels sorry 
You live in a simulation a game a console 
It's a game, a forest, so tree up, eat sun.

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