The Biggo Tree
Where does your mind go in your moments of doubt? When fear runs wild, you run and hide behind a wall of ignorance So eager to find someone to blame You fail to stop to consider if you should. And so you wrap yourself in false righteousness pridefully creating narratives to preserve That ignorance that grants you your superiority While unleashing primal fury on anyone who fails to acknowledge it. The mind, like a vine, it sprouts its passions The mouth, like a chute, fires off its venom You call it love as if that makes it so. You’re lost within the biggo tree. In your frantic desperation to be right You blind yourself to your own actions Do you see, within you, your own perversion? No, you’re lost within the biggo tree. You know you’re right because you tell yourself so pronouncing it as often and loudly as you can You feed on your hatred and lust for its power So you can look down on your fellow man You’ll always hate because there is evil, Not in others but in yourself. Your obstina...