Harvester of sorrow 2-3-07
A wise man once said"To every time there is a season"
Tis the season
Gather in your crop
store it away safe within your human silos
so that it will ripen properly with time
ferment, distill
Celebrate the bounty of your harvest
let the field be
time to rest and refresh itself
through the long cold winter of the soul
So that with spring will come new hope for tomorrow
hope of the promise of new life
something for you to feed upon after the slaughter
Turn the soil
plant your seeds
fertilize with your mixture of rejection,neglect and indifference
mental and verbal abuse, psychological torment
Then watch as the seeds of loneliness, despair and pain take root
let the field water itself with a mothers tears
be patient,trust in the process
Behold
a new harvest of anger, violence,hate and revenge
you have done well
the reaper will be pleased with you
and your prison farm.
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