For Bread And Axe

I was taught profit
From wood was
Harmony to bread and
Axe. Look at what you’ve
Done to us. Turned into
Fake pinecones and cucks
I wanted to sell my
Soul I looked to my
Oak table I asked for
It to buy my spiritual
Goods It lifted up a leg
And crushed my foot
There is some damn thing
To make up for the fact
I've killed so many
In thier green and brown
Splendor I must haggle
For a deal I'm going to
? my justice assume
My invisibility in the forest sit
Here and let
Them decide
How to aquit for this crime
Tabulating each stump
Of each life I've
Tainted Laying in the
Dead, brown ornaments
Starving myself more
Toothpick mumbly peg
Ah this green like a candle woman licks and this earth saddening but
The leaves a beautiful yellow sun as he lay for his compost ?
The seeds beneath grew ? color of most brown color of life
Peep brown tan like color of wood lay down for good