Plea to the Abjurative Warden

I've lost a little steam Might need a bit more time to drift on endlessly Abjured and disbelieved Golden hour is rolling through and I couldn't be Bothered I'll just sit and dream I've been owed, I paid my time Took shelter in this tree Fed me its fruit but then its roots grew into me 'Arrested in my leaves, I have you now' it whispered through the willows and reeds On air it burned right out of me I fold, I make the eyes Through bellowed smoke scry out 'Cause we're not kidding around Yeah, there isn't much left to cede You give it just a bit more ground As it culls every deed So you're the first to know And the last to leave Well, I've been taking notes You set us up, settle down Put your mind at ease Fair warden, one more plea The red tape, oh! the paperwork, it's aging me The process and the fees… I've paid my way, I gave myself but made enemies Ran afoul of brigands and thieves It's all bad luck your punishing I've been owed, I take, I find I breathe, I burn, I'm bound