Profit off their souls
The prophet of the souls
Fly high in pits in control
Where logic is to grow
"The Word" like trees bearing fruit
The Tree of Life in pursuit
Our genetics grown within its roots
Branches and their fruit differ
Some fruits are ripe, some bitter, some sweet
Many shoot before they speak
Putting a branch in flames in Cain
Who will save our tree from all this pain
The birds build a nest, like jinnis on our shoulders
They watch bloodlines get colder and colder
Next spring, sing of the blossoms
Be relieved of our problems
Our Tree of Life has been preserved
Just to grow back I observe
The Tree of Life roots run deep
It would be an argument if you could hear the tree speak
All from the same source
With different paths of course
I neither bicker nor fight
As I climb the tree, picking fruit that come from the Tree of Life
Idris Nasir