you grew from hell
does it make me a bad seed
to want to uproot everything you've planted within me

how can i grow
your pesticides sting
i would rip out your lungs if it meant i could breathe

empathy floods your way but you refuse to share it
keep avoiding self reflection
your soil will remain barren

may deities let me grow so tall you'll never cut me down again
your destiny is to rot alone in satan's fruitless garden