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A Weed

A WEED

A WEED IS A TARE
THAT DOESN'T CARE.

ALSO, A WEED 
IS A PLANT THAT DOESN'T GIVES A DAMN
ABOUT LIFE FOR OTHERS : MEANING FOR OTHER PLANTS 
THAT IS OUTSIDE OF HIM, OR HER.

IN FACT, A WEED
IS A WEED THAT WE DON'T TRULY NEED
AND I SAY SO, BECAUSE A IS NOT A SEED
THAT WILL HELP OTHERS TO GROW, BUT IT WILL TRY TO STOP YOUR FLOW
AND EVEN TRY TO SLOW YOU DOWN; ON TOP OF THAT, IT WOULD EVEN CHOKE THE LIVING BREATH OF YOU; BELIEVE ME THAT IS NOT A JOKE.

AND, BESIDES, A WEED 
IS A PLANT THAT IS RELENTLESS
WHEN IT COMES TO MAKING SURE THAT  ANY OTHER PLANTS, OR FLOWERS
THAT IS IN THE SAME HOUSE, AREA, OR BOX DOESN'T EXPERIENCE ANY HAPPINESS AT ALL, BUT A FALL; AND IF YOU DON'T BE ON YOUR GAME,OR BE MINDFUL AND ALERT, A WEED WOULD NOT LET YOU GROW TALL, BUT TO GO BALD, MEANING IT WOULD TAKE YOU DOWN ALL AROUND, IF YOU DON'T SEEK T SUPERCEDES IT IN ANY WAY THAT YOU CAN, FOR IT WILL NOT BEND FOR YOU, OF PLAY FOOL FOR YOU, IF ANY THING, IF YOU ALLOWS IT, IT WILL TRY TO TAKE YOU FOR A FOOL; OR A FOOTSTOOL, BUT ANY THERE IS SOMETHING CALL A WHEAT AND ITIS VERY GOOD TO EAT; IT COMES WITH A WHOLE LOT OF HEAT; AND WHAT I MEANS BY THAT, IS THAT THE WHEAT IS NOT WEAK, NOR CHEAP; NOR IS IT BLEAK, BUT IT IS AT ITS HIGHEST PEAK. AND I SY THAT, BECAUSE A WHEAT DOESN'T COME EMPTY, BUT WITH PLENTY LITERALLY AND EVEN MENTALLY AND SPIRITUALLY (COMING FROM A SPIRITUAL POINTOF VIEW), FOR IT HAS A LOT DEEP DOWN INSIDE TO EAT, TO SUPPLY AND TO MULTIPLY; YOU WANTS TO KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE IT IS NOT A WEED, BUT IT IS A NEED AND A VERY PRECIOUS SEED THAT GOD CREATED ADNN MADE TO FULFILL US AND SUSTAIN US WHILE WE GO THROUGH WHAT WE GOES THROUGH IN THIS VERY WICKED WORLD AND THROUGH THE STRUGGLES THAT IGNORANCE AND DARKNESS TRIES TO KEEP US BURIED IN,OR UNDER. IN OTHER WORDS, THE WEED REPRESENTS THOSE OF DARKNESS AND THE WHEAT REPRESENTS THOSE OF THE LIGHT AND OF THE MOST  HIGH GOD. AND ALWYS REMEMBER TO BE THE WHEAT AND A WEED, SO YOU CAN SUCCEED NO MATTER WHERE YOU GROW, GO, OR BE PLANTED AT. FOR A WEED IS A TERRIBLE THING TO BE. SHALOM. POEM WRITTEN BY: (CRYSTAL) YEHUWDIYTH Y. YISRAEL

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