The origins of a bad vine are
in its seeds
it can't gather, spin
or grow, and has no sight
it lacks the strength to
succeed,
there is no vision in its
sights, its foundation
is weak with
weaknesses that its life can't be revived
it takes and can't give
ever taking in abundance
its life won't be recalled
it leaves a legacy of
failure,
it can't be trusted
it will never be honoured
with the gifts of life,
its has no understanding of
knowledge because
it deprives and exploits
it has no limitless powers
that never celebrates life.
It is agony yet causes anxiety
there is no ambition and motivation
it lacks the will to live,
offering empty promises
that are unreliable, it can't survive on its own
nothing is gained but lost,
there are no laws and regulations
to follow because it has suffered to live,
it is bankrupt without profiteering,
its pain and tears, it toils for
nothing.
its path is due for destruction,
it has no faith in its roots,
has no honesty and integrity
to benefit the world,
its life is of poverty,
it will never live through with life.
no person can depend on it.
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Author:
Solomon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2026 09:42
- Category: Nature
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