Consider the seeds of death that are spread by the vile spewing’s of malnutrition. Like walking through a grassy resting place where life’s last, has been drawn from out of its lungs, robbed from another sunrise. The multitude of wasted energy having been given to promote the virtue of one’s self worth, never able to cash in its value. The appetites that were never satisfied, yet bellies bulge due to constant gorging in hopes to satisfy the unsatisfiable flesh. Those distinguished and temporally elevating accolades of a life-long pursuit of education, edification, election and elevation,… that fade with times tic-toc that always wins.
Those seeds once spewed, can never be retaken, and they become the master over the harvester and planter. It’s demands are to be held gently as its first sprout bulges through earth’s crust, then later becomes the farmer dictating nurture and water and fertilizing and weeding and tilling and all the while be given intimate and inspectful watch as to assure it’s maintenance and growth and health. Eventually that once small seed develops into a mighty plant with complex roots sunk deep into the granite with its gnarls winding its ways into the minds and hearts and souls of those dedicated to it’s existence and soon, the seed of death is not dismissed as a thing, but rather an IT!
“IT”. Self defined. Mechanism of emasculation. De-edifier of the One meant to be Edified. Resolute and systematic and deceitful and striving to fulfill its potential. Death.
“IT”. Disguised as Religion. Developed as the Standard. Protective to the Point of costic, cat-like reflex responsiveness if anyone denies it as being valuable. Demanding to be uniquely treated with exceptionally prioritized treatment and never to be touched. Treats all actions against it as an offense; then harshly killing the assailant.
“IT” is selfish, always demanding, self-seeking, always promotes itself, never thinks of others, never sacrifices, hates, and hurts and is not designed to help.
When it comes to it’s ‘full-fruit’ stage drops it ever-rotting seeds back into the rich soil of hatred, bitterness, anger, and fear drenched in the blood of its enemy.
“IT” has only one enemy – TRUTH.
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