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A good day to die

New evil was born,
families torn,
no mentsh was in sight,
killing their pride.

How empty and frozen,
their hearts for the chosen,
blind for their fate,
since envy turned hate.

Those looking away,
words can not say,
how worse their deed,
not helping in need.

Those forced to kill,
what is left of their will?
Two paths they may choose,
their life is to lose.

Don't clinge to your breath,
either bring death,
when death is nigh,
look fear in the eye.

The master of will,
to this day I say,
his virtue is still,
choose death over kill.

All humans die,
to be a man know why,
but few out of them,
heroes choose when.

 

 

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Lamb's Quarters

 
Lamb's quarters is a tall and spindly plant.
It grows tall enough to look a man in the eye.
It is as nutritious to eat
As a leg of lamb.
The leaves of this weed have a varied appearance.
Sometimes the leaves look like a goose's foot.
They have a white powder on them
Making them repel water
Like wearing a bright yellow raincoat
In a sudden summer storm.
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Maple Tree

 
The maple tree is a large and beautiful tree.
Its size is like that of towers looming up in the distance.
Its leaves are like hands
That reach out to you with a warm greeting.
Those hands wish to shake your hand in friendship.
Those hands desire to give you a tender pat on the back
As if to say 'well done.'
Its beauty is as mesmerizing as a young maiden
Dancing in front of a warm fire.
Its beauty is more constant and long-lasting
Than a warm, sunny day.