Nine

If I would look upon my reflection
And see the toils of mankind
I would wish my world to perfecton
Seeing deep inside my mind

My world is filled, death and mayhem
To see a friend as thee
Would suddenly trim
My death and destruction tree.

The tree whose vines grow and hurt
Shall entangle my hopes my dreams
When a friend shall come and help
My body shall be set free.

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