Your weak strands of thread that infiltrate a perfectly good cause

You will be stripped from your product

We are plants that God created; We fertilize each other to become strong

The weeds of this land steal our water

Your pillows offer no comfort; You will feel when good defeats evil

Keep trying to cover up the face with persona, only I see the other sides image

The stripes on a tiger pale in comparison to the oscillating moods you portray

My tank is running low trying to contain the fires originating from the internal forest

I will stand back and watch fools of yourselves, as you watch me through green eyes

I have tried to bond the threads with stitch; You have pulled the last string from the jar of trust