In seeds of wrath, words are sown,
To wound with malice, coldly thrown.
They soothe the ego, brief reprieve,
Yet in time, the harvest you'll grieve.
For when you strive to reclaim your seeds, They've burgeoned, multiplied, and spread.
Beware the cycle, beware the sting,
When your own words back at you fling.
When strength wanes, and courage wanes,
To wound with malice, coldly thrown.
They soothe the ego, brief reprieve,
Yet in time, the harvest you'll grieve.
For when you strive to reclaim your seeds, They've burgeoned, multiplied, and spread.
Beware the cycle, beware the sting,
When your own words back at you fling.
When strength wanes, and courage wanes,
Facing the mirror, bearing the pains.
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