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passing by trees

feeling cold, feeling breeze

whispers of the sea

it tells me to find a key



this life chews us up

like a starving animal

the messianic psychopath

slaughter seeking cannibals

religions of false morals

behind those pretty chorals

contradictions

and anti-life construct

passing by trees

feeling cold, feeling breeze

whispers of the sea

it tells me to find a key



fire

smoke

ash

dust

light

flower

wood

dirt

bones

dark

darkness