Trusting Habituation

What I love and what I know...what do you care what I show? who can see the blood-manned Tree to be the dawning light? comprehend this, I do not, but write it still I do. See the Tree and see the Drugs contemplating the Fate of the world. I see the rest of others there, hanging dead on Limbs...Limbs of life the Fate doth show, so be what you will be...do I care?

no one's there, but I see a Shadow in the Wind, I am not here...but I am. I am gone, but I remain...I see all and see one through two eyes. I see NOTHING at all...!

my arms burn with Eternity...see the troubles wrought. darkened Bark upon My Legs hinder My daily walk. I am turning slowly into Thee...oh Sacred Tree Of Old.
others shall hang upon My Deeds, My Plans, My Branches of life. others shall not know they are growing upon My Cursed Branches...and neither will they see the Fruits of My Labor.
BEHOLD, I am here, finally...you'll see soon enough...
I am Old, but not Decayed...but decayed, My Soul is Damned.
I am Beautiful, but UgLy so. Beauty to man, but SPURNED by god himself.

I am your Tree of Life. Death Death Death!!!
I am your Wood of Forgiveness...there is no such thing...hahaha
I am your Reed of Succor, for I will Root into your life. you are nothing but the prosperous Integrity of My Own Conscious...SEE, I am addicted to you...
...and for you, I am the norm.

FAREWELL, however My Branches choose to have you PERISH...
it shall be so soon...so soon...so soon...