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I’m thinking maybe it’s time

And the wind agrees.

I saw the change in the tides,

The sway of the trees.

Please stand back as I collect the seeds,

Once yours to use not merely as pleased,

Now not at all as I go to town

Reclaiming truth and staring you down.

I am a spider who spins his web,

You are a vulture who eats the dead.

From gifts of nature I weave magic

Yet you prefer to scavenge instead.

Once you are dying from hunger with venom I’ll lie still

Awaiting imminent arrival ‘till you’re mine to kill.