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In the farm, there are many preys
But we count the number of crates
Bountiful harvest; all we pray
Running fast from all the lichen,
And the butchers in the kitchen
The hatchlings of the fat chicken…
Prays to survive daily movements
Tailored by kettles, pans and pots
The authority is corrupt
Dispensing tears, hardship and fear
To be fair, if you make it here
I bet, you can make it anywhere.
Verse I The gods are wise; they say Purple blood is a name, Running in thrones; not nays… It is always fatal When a bloody…
From the rocks of all ages, I can not distinguish Parent birds and offsprings New blood always become Everything genes speak of But how do…
Million candles burnt To realize a dream I was the best there was And I knocked giants down Back in school days. They really craved…
It was a quiet night Under the Starlights I sat and admired The way the sky shone From a distant mile… Came a friendly breeze…
