The Garden

Together God and Satan sow the seeds,
In a garden where roses interlace with weeds,
Back to back sweat horns and feathers,
Such a tentative task to conquer their leisures,

Through tortures and prayers they labour and toil,
Each must win the race to pack the soil,
Secateurs in hand they trim and chop,
Each refining the flaws of their precious crop,

The gardeners can no longer assist,
The plants of the garden are left to twist,
As roses bloom, thorns snake their stems,
Some wilt and wither, while some avenge,

The garden grows wild as weeds prevail,
How could Gods crops against Satans fail?
The garden is draped with a morbid cloak,
As Gods crushed tears into dead earth soak.