When do you finally find out the truth?
That innocence can only last so long.
Why does impurity,
seem such a temporary thing?
As a snowflakes touch is only momentary,
Or how clean wool is so easily dyed,
colors of ebony & grief.
The pure have seen so much,
but they do not believe the oblivious harm.
For their innocence has shielded their eyes,
and have open hearts poring love
into the in-compassionate drought,
depriving the newly harvested impure.
The impurest have seen many things as well.
Unlike the poor,
They do believe the harm.
For they are the ones who've been harmed.
The impure are left to thrive
in the darkest storms.
Meanwhile the pure are safe,
Until eventually they are darkened.
Tis a sad metamorphosis,
causing the darkest impure weep,
for the knowledge that had crushed them,
cannot be stopped from being carried on.
Forever a never ending chain.
-C.S.B.
The harvesting of the pure.
