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Walking in the woods, admiring the secular trees

Following my path on the left side of the mountain

Slow steps over the fallen leaves yellow and red

Listening to their slight crunch under my soles

Staring at the sun, blinded by its strength

I would like to see the horizon but I can’t

Train your mind and let yourself be the witness

And understand that all of this is just business

The trees dry out the branches

Which remain too shady

The leaves fall down only

When they become useless

What you see on the ground

Is only a macabre show

Just another wonderful colored

Carpet of dead beings

You must change your eyes, not only your glasses

And you will see the things for what they really are

Only what is needed survives in this universe

Everything that exists is needed by the system

Everything that is not needed will be discarded

Everyone that is not necessary will gonna die

Now think about this:

And you?

Are you useful? To what?

Smell of fear in the air...