Misery

"Wonderous weeping willow trees /

In the valley / on rolling meadows / and hills / I see them carving branches / for spring time wreaths / They pray to Jesus / and Buddha / Simply when it suits them / For ashagnta yoga / and misery follows /

It welcomes them at their door / Their eyes are hollow / I've loved them once before / They ultimately seek / I find in my sleep / They don't respect what's under their feet / They need to go / I say it once more / Go and leave and never come back to me / you miserable people with all your misery / I don't need your negativity/ A nativity of evil and misery / They are gone / Now,  I can breathe"|