The Dead wood Grows
Creeping by the vine
Slow in its desperate climb

nigh its not over
this seed wont get smaller, no
its death will be forever
forever more

sigh,sigh it goes on
growing growing on and on
its strength, no purpose
its goal, obslate

no point no point
it goes on
dieing in the flames
that it cannot smell

creeping up
its hunger grows
snaping at little children and human toes
it was clipped back and now its strikin back
better watch your back or become a snack

this is its story
it never ends
its a cannablistic monster
and its here to stay

so you better grab your axe and get ready to play