Bad People a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The care of the seed brings all wounds to bleed planted in a desperate hour of need before the seed was planted. Spirit had to grow but love wouldn't flow so men bear deeds serviceable of their own. A various nature born in capricious nature spinning to fallen easy prey with no honor to stick on attacking in the back. They press on in bloody footprints in fear of communicating with alack of what to say. Shame bears their way disdain frames the bad seeds way in its entirety. These men fall short of regenerative masculine abundance.