Ye Shall know them bytheir fruit/intentions

 Ye shall know them by their fruit/intentions-- every tree brings forth good fruit, that which does not is cut down and cast into the fire. only the foolish spill their seed, a wise man understands that the seed is the soul, we live in a system of spilled seeds, from the high waves of light to the other side of lights spectrum, sound, physicality, cast down into the fire, from the air. And You told me to take back the air. It was the guilt and shame that man had placed on me, that broke my wings so I could not fly-- yet I allowed such, because of not fitting in, and trying to please man-- yet the fragmented program of my memory has been restored as You do this best, while replenishing the spilled seed for it to be trampled on under the swine-- yet even so I became a pleasing sacrifice, while emptying myself to allow them to look good, while they boast of wanting to be like each other or as good as each other, I only want to be like You.