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Those who say you can't.

Brought up from the ground,

immersed in thought,

no, it can't be, so,

shattered, roots severed,

all life began to make,

one with no movement.

None can blame,

such a wicked idea,

Denial. Spread through like a disease.

Rejection is the only relief.

Came up from the leaves,

sought out to take it,

all, lost to brimstone and flame.

Gears are to be the motion,

haft set forth,

but so natural to say,

it can't be that way.