Writing A Better Substitute For The Knife

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[color=crimson][size=1][u]A Better Substitute For The Knife[/u]

In the pastures of my mind
Where the flight could have lied
Circle this gift to the sight of thee
And watch for the incognito tree

Painted with red, white, and red
Like a target only bullets it sheds
From the brains of the flavorless dead
Shifting, coping, reflection of the sewer bed

Quickly now remind the heating seed
That it needs to grow on without taking heed
Until the day it spurts head long and becomes free
Thy warning is the hallowing of my resting spree

Covered in fear and Vaseline;
Embezzled in the purist systematically
Hate and contempt for the simple place
Hell even sheer and plane obscurity of the insane

Swing the scythe till the end of days
Pressing the life out of falling pain
Knowing of the replacing of strife
Substituting it for the better knife.[/size][/color]