Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down
I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe
you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.
My vines will eat you
Trap you
Suppress you
Power is not what you posses
Just as you are you will remain
A pocket full of Flesh
Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood
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