2 Trees

30 Sep
Two accounts collide and oppose. 
The powers decide their next move. 
Possibilities begin to close. 
Only one has something to prove. 

The ghost of this world is a poseur-- 
professing to play a good game. 
In league with the swarms of Hades-- 
Electrified with the tone of its name.

Reality cries from the soil--
The truth shouts from the trees.
This narrative no one can foil; 
the ancient story that frees.

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