The Gardener

…and so, after millennia of fear The One was born

The One, who was not afraid, who was not superstitious

The One, who actually lifted his hand, moved his fingers, and found some dirt

To use The Earth

For a hit

Of one insane star..

 

-You’re glowing!

-Well, he wrote to me yestoday…

-Mhmmm

-He wrote to me that he’s got his eye on me.

-Like any one-eyed sniper.

-Up, the other one too? Some people suffer from complete lack of fantasia.

-No! What’s wrong with you?? He wants to throw real dirt on me🫠 D I R T❣️ Finally a real man🙏

-Do they not throw soil at dead souls?

-As a matter of fact they do.

-Oooh, I see, so he’s not gonna shoot you, he’s just gonna turn you into a shot star, correct?

-Maybe. Yet being laid to rest by Thee gardener himself💜 Could there ever be the death more beautiful….