Earth is decaying, soil is erupting,
But one is of this world in silence.
The forest roars with leaves of law,
Those elves are the sylvan beasts
Like humanoids of milk and laws.
The foreign airs dispel the final one,
It is the law of the land and extremity.
One horse replies to another hotel
That is a bridge of gold, a dry land.
Earth is destroying its illness when fed,
Love will die, and life will cry, forever.
This rain is like the offender, the defender
And the oppression stands still like a chair.
Mountains of discipline, are fountains of blood,
The realities are poor, the poor are sudden.
Earth shall find a real gesture towards the old,
So ancient men are more than the gods,
The new solution is a new offering from their
Gold and silver, in treasure chests.
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