I Was Talking To Myself And Came Up With The Line "instead They Take The Poisoned Berries Handed To Them
I was talking to myself and came up with the line "instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they're a god-given cure" so here is poems based off of it
His words, a venom, sharp and sly,
Spilled from a mouth that never tries
To heal, to soothe, to lift the soul—
Only to poison, twist, and control.
Each sentence laced with bitter sting,
A heavy blow from a hollow king.
In every tweet, in every speech,
He reached to tear, to bruise, to breach.
Promises dripped in bitter hues,
A master of the darkest news.
He weaved his lies, with artful grace,
A smirk upon his troubled face.
The truth, a casualty in his fight,
As facts dissolved in the toxic light.
Yet those who hear his wicked call,
Fall deeper still beneath his thrall.
For words like these can tear apart,
They plant a seed, corrupt the heart.
But in the end, though loud they roar,
The poison fades—truth stands once more.
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Instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they’re a god-given cure—
Bitter fruit, with a lethal allure,
That promises healing, but leaves them to rot,
Feeding on lies that they’ve been taught.
His words are sweet, his smile a mask,
A gentle whisper, a dangerous task.
“Trust me,” he says, “I’ll make it right,”
But darkness blooms where there once was light.
Instead they take the poisoned berries,
Blind to the thorns that twist within,
They taste the venom, convinced it’s sweet,
And fall to the rhythm of their own defeat.
The cure they seek is a cruel disguise,
For in each berry, a sorrow lies.
They drink the poison, the whispers, the lies,
And wonder, too late, why the world still dies.
But when the dawn breaks, they will see—
The berries were never meant to set them free.
And in the ruin, the truth will stir:
No god gives poison—only a deceiver.
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**The Poisoned Gift**
Instead they take the poisoned berries,
Handed to them like a god-given cure—
A promise painted red and sweet,
A bitter gift, they eat and eat.
His words, like fruit with lethal glow,
Drip false hope where doubt should grow,
And in their hunger, they take the bite,
Believing venom tastes of light.
"Trust me," he murmurs, with hungry eyes,
While shadows stretch and truth lies tied.
They crave the healing, the promised ease,
Blind to the thorn that digs, that bleeds.
The berries cling, like secrets kept,
Wrapped in pride and swallowed deep.
And they, in thrall, in dreams secure,
Let poison pass as if it's pure.
But when dawn breaks, the fog will clear,
The truth lies sharp, like shattered mirrors—
No god gives poison as a cure,
Only deceivers, cruel and near.
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I am deceased, six feet under, my ashes are
s p r e a d
"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty
Scratch that
This is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with
Something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately
Smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow"
A spark ignites, a quiet flame,
It whispers first, then calls a name.
Through shadows deep, through silence thick,
It stirs the soul, it makes hearts quick.
The winds of change begin to blow,
A truth once buried starts to grow.
The old ways crack, the walls decay,
As voices rise and feet give way.
The roar of hope, the cry of pain,
A thunderclap, a driving rain.
Revolution calls with steady hand,
To tear apart, to take a stand.
The ground will tremble, hearts will race,
As power shifts, as hearts embrace.
The chains once held will break and fall,
And freedom’s light will pierce it all.
But revolution, fierce and wild,
Is never tame, nor always mild.
It burns the past, but leaves behind,
A future shaped by all mankind.
So when the drums of change are heard,
Let courage rise, let voices stir.
For revolution, bold and true,
Is born from hope and what we choose.
Oh my God this is probably the best thing I've seen in a while! Thank you for sharing your amazing Creation with the world
oh man im so sleepy i cant see straight, but im done!! Shindeku animation set to the tune of Welcome to My Parents House by NSP (with some emic on the side) i started yesterday and finished right before midnight! go me <3
I feel like crying so hard right now, I asked my dad to get carne asada because I've been craving it all day. And do you know what he did. He did in fact NOT get my craved carne asada! 😭 But he got carnitas and ground beef. Which is fine for tacos but all I wanted was carne asada. And I have not gotten my carne asada and I don't think I will be getting my carne asada because he came home in a bad mood and if I ask right now he's probably going to snap at me and then I'm probably going to cry for real this time. And if anyone is reading this you probably think I'm dramatic, and yes you would be correct, but that does not mean I cannot be upset about something I've been wanting all day only to be utterly disappointed. Some of you will probably think but carnitas and ground beef tacos are good too, but it's not the same!! It is not the same especially when I've been craving it all day. All I wanted was my thin long pieces of beef that I call carne asada but instead I got this block of shredded pork and a container of bland ground beef that says it's marinated but I tried it and that shit is bland and dry!
Update: apparently the ground beef was my "carne asada" but just cut up, and if that counts as carne asada that was the worst fucking carne asada I've ever had, my dad even tried it he's like "oh yeah that's gross, guess it's dog food now" and the worst part is that he paid 20 bucks for that thing and we have a whole container of it we don't know what to do with it cuz no one wants to eat it, and all I wanted was my precious carne asada 😭😭🕳️🤸☠️ all I wanted was this ⬇️🤤
But I got this😭
@Bambi: decorum? in this economy? went bankrupt. it's all about debauchery now
OMG I love this so much!
Doyou know of a skin with a larger font size and dark mode?
No but it's really easaly solvable because the larger font size is something you can do by yourself! So you can just take any dark mode skin and add code!
The quickest way to do this would be the one I explained here in this ask Which explain how to use the skin wizard that’s native in Ao3.
Otherwise you can get any dark mode skin you find pleasant to look at (My Tide skin, My Dyslexia skin, Ao3′s Reversi, the tag dark mode in this blog has some, or go and look at this ao3 skin collection) and then at the bottom you can copy/paste either one of these codes here to increase the font size to your needs: This one changes the entire website (including buttons, interface, menu):
body { font-size: 130%; }
This one instead changes only the work and the summary, tags and comments while leaving the rest of the interface the normal size:
#workskin, .blurb, .comment { font-size: 130%; }
You just need to change the percentage to one that looks good for you!
My high school ceramics teacher when I asked a question he didn't know the answer to:
"I'm just a mushroom: Sitting in the dark eating bullshit"
The finest words of wisdom if I've ever heard em
“If I had a nickel for every time you asked me to take my clothes off I’d have two nickles which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, especially coming from someone who thinks I’m a kid, seems a little suspect if you ask me.”
(Homeless vigilanteed Izuku, dadzawa wanting to check the healed stab wound on his leg, dadzawa does not know his identity and only assumes he's a kid because of his size which is true but dadzawa does not know that)
Conditions May Apply by CinnamonPinecones on ao3 ~348,276 words (so far 119 ch. Waiting on updates) really good read 100% recommend 💖
