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His work of castles was about to finish,
But he didn’t know,
His fruits red as blood,
Will be destroyed by flood.

An’ the action of revenge took place,
Such high speed was of the flood,
That the indignant flood,
Was competent to win every race.

The flood destroyed a large part,
Including the colossal magic tree,
This hammered a nail,
In the hypocrite’s heart.

An’ he began to weep,
As he got an emotional scar,
This was so deep,
An’ he continued to weep.

Now, he was filled with wrath,
He started to use Math,
By counting the number of lost fruits,
All the fruits he’d lost.

Now he began to blame, 
The innocent nature,
“I told you appalling foe,
That nature lover was my second name.”

“Have I done any evil to thee?
Then why did ye vex me?
I anointed all my care to my tree,
An’ it didn’t take a sec for you to destroy.”

“I gave my fingers to thee,
But you climbed on my shoulders,
You gave such an affliction to me,
Destroyed your own part, my tree.”

"You destroyed my only desire,
You lit my eyes with fire,
The water didn’t destroy,
It was a red monster fire!”

Now the Nature angrily quoth,
“Oh! You hypocrite!
Without accurate thinking,
Don’t turn red, yellow or white.”

“Don’t you know?
Our biggest foe?
We took revenge,
Because we couldn’t bear no more.”

“An’ we don’t know how,
Without love, your tree grew,
It wasn’t a plant at all,
That thee needed an’ need,
It was nothing,
But just your sluttish greed.”

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