Blood to Blood, Dust to Dust

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Life isn't perfect

You have to make due with what you're given

But if you don't like what's bestowed

A new constitution may be written

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A family tree should be beautiful

Strong, helpful, and wise

They should fill our lungs with healthy air, but

Some branches aren't worth our young

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We should help them through anything, I believe

No matter what, we'll stand by

And ease your misfortune

All we ask in return is that you try

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To get back on your feet

Come on now, what do you need?

I'll do anything, give you anything

Please just concede

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I love you, I want the best for you

But sometimes however much I give

You remain corrosive, a poison oak of

Someone I'm ashamed to call relative

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Therefore, I have finally decided

You will no longer remain a part of me

I hereby cut you off instead of allowing you to infect

Like an amputee who refuses to go gangrene

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I have a method for this, you see

One that cannot fail

Cut and drain the blood from my hand

And take the ashes from that old wood, to grow a new trail

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Grow a real tree, I command

Something I can be proud of

Sprout green and vibrant, rise tall above the rest

And cleanse this house of heritage hazards