Even now the axe is laid to the root of the trees.
Every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.
it’s probably not very loving and i’m sure
so very sure
that the words i speak come from the heart–that’s what defiles me.
so maybe it’s not so bad
that i felt relief when i burned this tree, this one that does not produce fruit
and made sure that no poisonous root of bitterness grew up to trouble me?