The Biggo Tree

Where does your mind go in your moments of doubt?

When fear runs wild, you run and hide behind a wall of ignorance

So eager to find someone to blame

You fail to stop to consider if you should.

 

And so you wrap yourself in false righteousness

pridefully creating narratives to preserve

That ignorance that grants you your superiority

While unleashing primal fury on anyone who fails to acknowledge it.

 

The mind, like a vine, it sprouts its passions

The mouth, like a chute, fires off its venom

You call it love as if that makes it so.

You’re lost within the biggo tree.

 

In your frantic desperation to be right

You blind yourself to your own actions

Do you see, within you, your own perversion?

No, you’re lost within the biggo tree.

 

You know you’re right because you tell yourself so

pronouncing it as often and loudly as you can

You feed on your hatred and lust for its power

So you can look down on your fellow man

 

You’ll always hate because there is evil,

Not in others but in yourself.

Your obstinance and pride will forever blind you,

Because you’re so petrified of being wrong.

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