The Thorns
Some people want to tear others down,
they snatch and attack and hurt,
and they want to bring others down.
They seem to thrive for now,
and they do what they will,
but when the winter comes,
and oh will it come,
these weeds die out, and once again,
the trees are free. They're free.
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