The Whirlpool Of Mangroves

The mangroves of innovations exist so why fear the erosion of futurism, As tides of notoriety don't even dare to touch the dreaming shore to deposit shoals of criticism, Thunderous winds of failure desire to invade that shore, Unfortunately, these winds die when they hear the mangroves courageous lore, Their knowledge prevents the entry of the superstitious saltwater of stupidity, So that the freshwater helps in the growth of the reductions in futility, Corrosive waste of envy sail as they pass by, But do they know the roots of these mangroves will prohibit and allow them to die ? Suddenly, a hole in lessons brought an enormous whirlpool, Stirring deception and obsession to bake deadly lies that transmute anyone into a fool, The roots are grazed as they are pulled and incinerated into this vortex, As rootless slaves arise as the undead from the muddy swamps willing to sacrifice their cortex.