Leucosidea
Leucosidea sericea, commonly known as ouhout in Afrikaans, is an evergreen tree or large shrub that grows in the Afromontane regions of southern Africa. It is the sole species in the genus Leucosidea. The English name "old wood" is simply a direct translation of the Afrikaans words "ouhout" or "oudehout", meaning the same thing.
The genus name Leucosidea is a form of the Greek word λευκός (leukos), meaning "shining white", although in botany the root is more often used less specifically to indicate something of a generally white or gray appearance. The second or specific name sericea means "silky" and comes from σηρικός (serikos), which means both "silky" and "from the land of silk"; it refers to the silky hairs that cover the new buds and young leaves of the tree.
Genus
Leucosidea sericea is a member of the Rosaceae, also known as the rose family. Although this family is very large and economically important worldwide, it is poorly represented in Africa generally and in southern Africa in particular.
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Lies of Angels
by: LuxtSaints on the rise in the form of thorns,
Sermon on the mount from the fire tongues,
Satan on the lips in the form of god,
Killers in a line of the chosen ones.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I'd expect
This stale inhaling Heaven's scent
Spirits chewing holes in the flesh they wait for,
Time is on the heels of the worried hearts,
Blood within the lungs of the world a whore,
Wet as the impending doom of heaven starts.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
And I think I can afford the rent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
I never said I wouldn't fall, your logic's bent
Hallowed are the names of the knowing few,
Knowing all the while their own deceit,
Stumbling on the shards of the shattered pews,
Licking at the wounds of their unclean feet.
Piercing are the screams of the lost unloved,
Shredding are the claws of the beast in page,
Lying are the hearts of the push and shoved,
Dangerous repression of sexual rage.
By and by the time will tell us all
By and by the time will tell us all to go to hell I want another chance,
But all the tallest tales of heaven
Bend my ears into a shape
so foreign Still I wait just like a child to hear Christ whispering,
"everything is alright."
And I'm here in silence, dark and all I have is doubt
to warm my hollow bones
Can you please tell me what the scent of burning heaven is.
These singed lips taste like death of angels... please.
Let it not be.
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
This stale inhaling Heaven's scent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
I never said I wouldn't fall, Your logic's bent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect And I think
I can afford the rent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
But bent within my faith I finally see