A Seed- Is What I Sacrifice

A Seed is what I sacrifice

For a ticket to a better life

With harmony- security

More antidote- more stability


This Seed I sacrifice

 Is a toxic combination

Saints and et cetera would call it

An atrociously awful abomination


This Seed comes from Flowers

Of a venomous kind

As devastating as a cocktail

Of ricin and strychnine


I myself forbear

From bearing such a prolifically poisonous, profligate; profane souvenir

I possess more becoming mediums- should I care

To prove that I was here


With this barter I hope to assuage

Pain I've incurred for decades

Eventually I hope it will be

For I have known enough misery

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