Planting Children

Obedience is sprouting from the soil of your mind.
Its roots run deep; embodying the will of society.
They embellish your thirst with submissiveness; they douse you twice a day.
Buds of weakness spring upon your spirit, damaging your growth.
Leaves of envy shape every glimpse of hope; they snip your saplings of decency to strip you of your joy.
They’ll rip the roots from your thoughts and stomp on your remnants.
Wise up, child; your roots are bleached with the stench of a follower.





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