Snowfall kept going, trees now finally silent, the road ahead was noisy by all the worms lost in there. houses empty, trees sleeping, was it what peace felt like? No, to them it was blinding, deafening, vomit was in their veins at the thoughts of staying there. So with all of their strenght, they got up, and returned to their home, leaving Her crying for the sweet perfume of your soul.
Bread and flesh, a sad and delicious meal for an empty and lonely stomach. they should feel ashamed. But nobody watched, nobody taught them. Listen, what do you hear? they hear you, do you think not?
The trees will sing, they will murmur, they will chant the choir believe it or let the truth rot. In the end, it is still the same..
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