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You planted a seed watched it grow with glee alluding the thought of sinister deeds, A tree stood tall above the soil The fruit eaten never spoiled, Every mouth that ate Blinded by hate Every word at stake, a game a farce a shame Every eye behold A gaze so bold only thought to come, -Foe A bitter taste a reckless chase a carousel a loop that eventually will **** us all, But what if, the tree would fall. What if the fruit was rot, every thought that grew from every branch and every critter crawling with sturdy stance Every piece of bark, The leaves that fall when winter comes every fiber of this seed you plant What if none of it, stood a chance. What if the water fed to grow the tree was poisoned by a wilder beast one unlike any you've ever seen, What if, he planted your first seed. The one that sprout with thoughts of doubt The ones that brought your demons out They say the devil plays mindful games I say the devil acts out to start a blaze A flame that ignites our inner rage causes us to misbehave consuming ourselves in our own cage, Some believing they control the things they say not knowing those words were merely, a replay, A script written by a master, so indulged by disaster, so consumed by others laughter, A true crafter... Misleading truths, faults and dear farewells Just like crows come feeding from crumbs off the floor there filling their belly with wrong nutrition Leading their brethren in wrong directions Healing won't come when bloods expected, Healing is done when you let go When you realize you were wrong To ever assume the worst, To ever assume at all... Assumptions are like seeds planted in the ground, some can lead to beautiful outcomes others only tear each other down.
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
Assumption.
You planted a seed watched it grow with glee alluding the thought of sinister deeds, A tree stood tall above the soil The fruit eaten never spoiled, Every mouth that ate Blinded by hate Every word at stake, a game a farce a shame Every eye behold A gaze so bold only thought to come, -Foe A bitter taste a reckless chase a carousel a loop that eventually will **** us all, But what if, the tree would fall. What if the fruit was rot, every thought that grew from every branch and every critter crawling with sturdy stance Every piece of bark, The leaves that fall when winter comes every fiber of this seed you plant What if none of it, stood a chance. What if the water fed to grow the tree was poisoned by a wilder beast one unlike any you've ever seen, What if, he planted your first seed. The one that sprout with thoughts of doubt The ones that brought your demons out They say the devil plays mindful games I say the devil acts out to start a blaze A flame that ignites our inner rage causes us to misbehave consuming ourselves in our own cage, Some believing they control the things they say not knowing those words were merely, a replay, A script written by a master, so indulged by disaster, so consumed by others laughter, A true crafter... Misleading truths, faults and dear farewells Just like crows come feeding from crumbs off the floor there filling their belly with wrong nutrition Leading their brethren in wrong directions Healing won't come when bloods expected, Healing is done when you let go When you realize you were wrong To ever assume the worst, To ever assume at all... Assumptions are like seeds planted in the ground, some can lead to beautiful outcomes others only tear each other down.
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anthony-collazo
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
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