Words are seeds, you know
.
You plant a good word
It will grow, a beautiful tree
.
.
You plant a bad word
Don’t expect but thorns and weed
.
.
Out of your mouth
They can’t be retrieved
.
.
When out and gone
You’ve stamped your deed
.
.
Words are seeds
Poisonous they kill
Kind, souls they may feed
.
.
The saddest most joyous part is
Whatever you’ve planted
You shall eat
.
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The Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, must have planted bad words as they finally produce mostly bad fruits – the modern Secular (Atheist!) Muslims and other happy slaves of Satan!
The trees that produced such bad fruits WILL BE DESTROYED!
Basheer
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