The weeds have overgrown our lives. Rip them out. Lethargic. Complacent throughout the generations. Lackluster desire plagues our population. The roots of denial have spread like wildfire. Everyday everyone refuses to overthrow. What’s been Overgrown. Overthrow. The stiff-necked. The stubborn. The prideful vines that bind. They choke us. They strangle. Attack our hearts and minds. Unfruitful unwanted thorns that pierce our side. Apathy spreading seeds of poison weeds. Overthrow. What’s been Overgrown. Overthrow. Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Months become years. Sleep walking through life. Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Months become years. We ignore our fears. Overthrow. What’s been Overgrown. Overthrow. Time passes away like sand in the glass. We turn our eyes away as our days fly past. Time passes and the weeds will overrun. The weeds have overgrown our lives. Rip them out. The cracking foundation caused by the infestation. Parasites in our lives slowly killing us. Striving for nothing more easily satisfied. The mundane human life is called to overthrow. What’s been Overgrown. Overthrow. Everyday everyone refuses to overthrow.
