I strap a rope on a branch's edge
A rope of trust
Suspended by fairy dust
Sneezing back the illusion
Vomiting the deception
Where the vomit lie
The roots wither and die
Tainting the tree
So now the leaves you see
Ignite into flame and crumble
The branches quake and mumble
Barmecidal words of satisfaction
Yet the wind howls of demonic action
The Knowledge tree's been drained
Nothing has been gained
Except a figure
Fairy dust covered and unsure
But from hereafter the figure
Shall be a grim and permanent fixture
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