What can you do with a spade?

You can grow something beautiful

Like a morning glory

Or a brilliant tree

You can find life in a piece of metal

Or you can kill

You can do something horrible

Like make your foes bleed out

Until they can’t anymore

You can find death in a piece of metal

As for me?

Well, I prefer the former

I’m the one who adds

More iron

More rust

More hate and deceit

Into the hearts of people

Only the ones who deserve it, though

I would say I’m a good person

But first, I must tell you

The things I do with spades