Dead weight dangling from hollowed lumber accompanied by those dark berries piled under the dry stems tangled quivering in a cluster of turmoil seeping through that cleft justice Ignorant i see light transcends two faces retained within the pale faces gurgling false truths swallowed with blood reciprocal of eclipsed Blood flowing through their veins swollen full of perpetual hatred Trust not what they emit Fruits ripped from sturdy roots raped for the seeds they carry shells beaten scared with destruction in hopes to feed those swollen veins already bulging above surface cracking the shells but never able to grasp the nutrition. I tell you Oblivious to the cause of such an unfathomable habit cannot cease deep rooted binding truths instead battered We drink the drip . . drops . . Of the suffering and pour their screams in our glands creating blackberry juice. Rise up and withstand those double truths. Arguments never valid
Generation to generation that hollow lumber stands tall -rooted at its feet the built ability to house all bruised and delayed seeds never astray leaking blackberry juice
Cold masses weighing down the limbs berries still crushed from under and within. The price we pay leaves a tag on our soul dissolved when poured in that blackberry drip. . Drop. try to wrap our minds around this world . . A world which has no juice.
-kale