The grass is greener on the other side.
The liberation you have equals death to me!
In the fields where naked and true is false.
The place I lay myself down.
Here I'll be the fox in the hen house, and a
Seth to your Abel.
If you are my lightning, I'll be the wind.
Ec(h)o!
You may make clay bodies as illustrations
and turn them into beliefs. Call them miracles!
The true giant cannot be slain, David!
That's the nature mother has taken.
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Author:
ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2018 07:45
- Category: Nature
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