CURSED
I came across a
falling tree
With big branches and surprisingly small
fruits
Like the rich man who has suddenly gone broke cos of his
spending spree
No progress, just motion in circuits
Reminiscent
of the biblical fig tree that was cursed
No life from its divine
source
Every beautiful
picture has dark lines
No one is
perfect
Every beautiful thing comes with some sort of pain
As
they say no pain, no gain
Our scars of yesteryear's, our story,
our glory
Yea our limes can turn out to be smiles
But always
remember God's blessings never cease
Even on days when we're too
blind to see
Everything starts
small and greed is no exception
Seeping through small
underestimated cracks
And claiming a majority that make truth a
fiction
Look like a white stain on black fabric from deceptive
pranks
They portray con with good intentions
Like courtiers
of the underworlds, their oratory is so full of misconceptions
We will fall, but
rise again
We will lose, but win again
We will stray, but
come back again
We will live, but do more to leave footprints in
the sands of time.
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