Horticulture from Radiant Cliffs by Ben's Raincoat

Dislodging my wrists, knuckles are bloody
A swift analysis concludes in my mind
The wreckage below is not home to the cadaver of my love, she lives
With this knowledge to my name, I recollect my thoughts and work to formulate
My new direction in which I shall take
To reunite and re-enact my hate

With every step
The ground beneath me settles closer to the planet's core
Shattered brick acting as food for the Earth to vore
And with time, we'll all return to dirt
Become one with the Earth
And when our bodies fall and meet with the ferns
My love will bloom with me as the seasons turn
Mother Nature's beckoning call
To answer now would mean the end of it all
Lying face-first against the soil
Sleeping eternally to the forest's sound
Temptation overwhelms
But perseverance is making its rounds
And disdain will push me to destroy the one who deserves to fall

As the hourglass drains
New life replaces old
When decay sets and seals our fate
Over the bodies, vines will grow 


Visions of homicide flood his pulsating brain
Sending wave after wave of head splitting pain crashing against his skull
Every lunge, every step, his soul rides closer to death
But in due time, after this climb, the king will be forced to pay

Horticulture
A life left sleeping lay deep in the cradle
Awaiting a wish to awaken the grove
On wings of flame and golden skin
The phoenix delivered
Buried deep with flaming beak
A seed to blossom
And draw watchers hither
Horticulture
A life left sleeping lay deep in the cradle
Awaiting a wish to awaken the grove
On wings of flame and golden skin
The phoenix delivered
Buried deep with flaming beak
A seed to blossom
And draw watchers hither

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