The Farm of the Mind, of Passion and Inner Truth

Reaping passions that harvest logic and bail it away. 

Infertile minds unable to grow, trapped beneath salted soil of doubt. 

Wretched dead leaves of reason scattered, carried along by winds of ever changing faith. 

A farm for crops of hate, a farm of everlasting pain. 

Plow the earth of lives to make room for tainted seeds. 

Binding roots gripping hurting hearts, unable to blossom against the rage. 

Burn it, everything to ash to bring about the new. 

Let not the agricultural metaphor of life to exist in the corrupted soil of manipulation and untruth.