Better to bring forth rotten fruit
Than to present gilded thorns and thistles
For even a fetid yield may be bestowed to the soil
And nourish future saplings
In a nefarious tree, whole limbs must be pruned
Cast into the Light, dead wood sets ablaze
The fallen, or unmasked and plucked
From the ashes, become fertile
Seeds worthy, withstanding the forge
Take root, and baptize new blossoms
To produce healthy sweets once more
Adam Omary 