The Wicked Garden



Something new grows
From the base of the roots

Suffocating the old
Worn out shoes, new suit

The pedals are full
Sweet aroma of sin

Stems of hidden thorns
Ancestry of kin

A mix of past pleasures
A swirl of bitter pain

Awaits the next being
Who tries to conquer the strain


Image from vistacreate
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