Topic: The Seeds of Hate | |
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I wrote this a long time ago, but my thoughts haven't changed a bit since, so it's worth sharing...
I remember one day, in the time when I knew nothing I met a merchant on my way, he asked me if I needed something. I remember I replied: “can you sell me some security?” He said: “for me, it's all right”, took my innocence and gave me... The Seeds of Hate will grow strong in these fields of delusion, watered by my tears of anger, with all my love they grow. Someday I'll be given the prize for what I've done, someday I will pluck those fruits, but what will I do with their seeds? The sun shone warm upon me and the rain poured down so softly; my heart was such a fertile ground for that gift from far beyond. Oh my son, will you forgive me for the hurt that I gave to you? Will it ever be the same when our roads will meet again? The Seeds of Hate have grown strong in these fields of delusion, watered by my tears of anger, with all my love they've grown. Today I've been given the prize for what I've done; wealth and fame and the lust of power, but innocence is gone. |
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