Not once have I asked anyone to visit me
I am very much like an old tree
Beautiful and majestic from the top down
But others only seek to cut me down

In the realm of possibilities
Love always puts you at ease
My intent and actions will never harm
Unless you just stand there and never disarm

There are many prayers available to anyone
You are free to use any but not like a gun
God does not like being shot at
And you certainly do enough of that

Many people believe there is magic where it is not
But the truth is, such myths will just make you rot
From the core to the outside now a viper’s den
Burrowing in lies so deep the only escape is a pen