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Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil, and just waiting for it’s down roots. Every time another lie is told this seed gets water, as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow. And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small trees. Destroys them. Strangles them. As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the end, they parish. And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in your garden, Is your pathetic life. And this weed, That was once a SEED.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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