What you said was foretold, the seed planted past.
The sprout for the ivy, the stones that we cast.
Was written in your book, the page taken out.
Floating down the river, easing the current at its mouth.
The ocean, the oil, the poison left for waves
For the sand, for the children, for the saints in their graves.
And only their prayers can save you when you stand on the shore.
Ask for forgiveness, ask to be more.
Ask for your heart, for your words to come clean.
For the seed to be planted, for the Earth to rise green.


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