I stand before you my fellow mountain
beneath the cloud;
speaking consciousness to the thick
sprout of the grasses in the wind
of deceit.
covering the shallow of thy ocean,
the deep waters of tears for the
clustered pieces of unknown blood.
the rain screaming for its reward
in the water of uncertainty,
our soil is stranded by seed of
doubt in the root of rusted values.
standing before you are the feet of
greed:
the desire for mischief,
the plant withers by the vane of
empty promises.
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