Like seeds to plant.
To hope yet not know,
How exactly they will grow.
Those who do this,
Still reap what they sow.
Although forgivable,
Are the deeds...
Done by the ones not to know,
They had been deceived.
In assisting to plant,
Killing weeds to spread.
Believing them to be,
Nutrients required...
For the maintaining,
Of physical health.
And mental vitality kept to keep.
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