Once I had fed some faithless seeds ;
Which then turned out as weeds .
Then I digged a cave ;
Flooded it with a water wave .
Put some flowers on that grave ;
With heavy heart finally I gave .
Then I counted it as a save, considered myself as brave ;
But often in dim light I also craved, finally I forgave .
Newly grown weeds this time came ;
As a high frequency shortwave .
Snakes again turned out as deprave ;
Weeds again betrayed with their misbehave .
In the end I found myself as their slave ;
Hence forgiver again mourned on his stupid outbrave .🤦🏻♂️
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