It spills its blood
Its life
Onto the corpses of trees
It bends to its master's will
No choice
No freedom
And when its life has run
Its course
And it dies
Forgotten
No funeral
Only replacement...
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming
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