Histories Mysterious

The tree enscribed ,
Human passing listen,
Make known what I'm saying,
Their was a couple of two
They would argue,
In a viscious cycle,
They spun,
Then the tree explained,
He said "There was also a man"
A man asleep everyday,
A procasinater,
He speaks blasphemy,
"Someday I'll" blah blah blah
He never will see that day.
Because he is lazy.
The tree told me
Pain is real,
Desperate to hide it,
Humans share the same ancestry,
Rowing in the same boat together,
Sharing the same pain.
The blood shed throughout history,
Fills a room to the top with blood ,
If anyone was to open it they would be overwhelmed,
So to this day we hide our most traumatic terrors behind a curtain.
The tree caught on fire,
And dissapeared.