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A tree with gray leaves

Laid in the heart of the void

Within its soul

a black star shone.

Its light was different

Illuminating only a few

Making shadows

walk like gods

And everyone who didn't see its light

chewed their own wounds

wearing old carcasses

Small things owners

A tree that grows

upside down to hide its fruits

Can only be seen by looking down

For miles beyond the roots

Many trails have been open

footprints that only went

No life, nothing around

repeat the names not to forget

To those who walked too much

study the pages of those not mentioned

Their bodies lie on the road

warning the unsuspected

Open your insanity diary

Search for what is hidden

Freedom can be crazy

This is the point of no return