From the heart of the fallen oak
The ancient soul has been released
It echos of words not yet spoke
Of many ghosts not yet deceased
Compact concentric rings betray
The birthmarks of forgotten fate
Each contour able to convey
Possibility to create
Strong yet minimal at its core
Cut from the living breathing stock
Potential too strong to ignore
The stoically uncarved block
From many years of negligence
A body falls to disrepair
Binging insecure decadence
Falling deeper into despair
Where once frivolity of youth
Set course for immortality
Now forced to face the ugly truth
Grim nature of reality
Trapped in throes of self-sabotage
With little time left on the clock
Denial veiled in camouflage
Of the impotent uncarved block
From a war born generation
A mighty mind became enraged
Hell-bent on retaliation
Its humanity disengaged
Once steeped in objectivity
Now burdened with ambivalence
Seething with negativity
Monumental intolerance
Incapable of feeling shame
With any subtlety or shock
So ends the feeble mind that came
From a once mighty uncarved block
From hallowed halls of devotion
A bold spirit withers away
Confounding every emotion
Sinking deeper into dismay
Once blessed in abundance of grace
Every maxim of faith held tight
Hypocrisy too stark to face
Unable to tell wrong from right
Loath to repent for each misdeed
Like sand reduced from noble rock
Hypocrisy begins to bleed
From a once righteous uncarved block
From each tale of human blunder
Of squandered promise most obscene
There lies wisdom within wonder
A bright roadmap to the serene
For every bodily weakness
Each catastrophe of the mind
Spirit succumbs to the bleakness
Of chances left idly behind
Resolving to cherish virtue
Of mysteries yet to unlock
We planted seeds of hope that grew
Into the future uncarved block
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