bad seed

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it wasn't me

i cry

no! you yell and shout

you call me a liar

and i cannot fathom

how this occurred

because in a universe

where you can be labeled as

anything

you chose to label me

as a liar

as the bad rotten seed

of your crops

but this is not true

i will grow and blossom

and be beautiful

you will beg for forgiveness

and i will give it to you

because i am not a liar

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