It stands on a hill, alone
The ground around its roots, barren
Void of life, no grass, and no weed
Its leaves long gone, no bird takes roost
Life has been taken, it is a shell
For once it stood tall, in a garland of green
Then a day so bleak, so dark did come.
A man did use this tree against its will
A rope over branch was thrown and
Before long a body hung, limp, lifeless
Since Judas’ death this tree has a new name
Poison, tree of tragedy.
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This poem came from a name i saw oh Yahoo chat.
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Fantastic
Nicely done rascal. The truth of a tree since past.. I love it.
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