Ari Alsio


Biography of Ari Alsio

I am yellow tree

The road forks,
ditch on the side of the yellow tree.
I'm sorry I feel unwell,
Can you leave me here.
I do not want to travel with you,
brings your way leads to destruction.

Skipping a ship plants
dusty leaves.
I fall to the ground,
finally own feet.
Go miserable and have fun,
All vanities away from me.

Two of the way right and wrong,
how easy it is to go astray.
The right way is not the most easiest to follow,
it is not the kings passed.
Oh, how could understand to turn,
People now do not have to starve.

Two roads branch off from each other,
fleeing from one another.
The second is the truth,
but the second is not even a lie.
Pure shit it is,
pride, bravery, honor, riches.

Life is a zero-sum game,
if you elect to glory, selects the same shame.
No glory without shame,
not without pride subjugation,
no wealth without poverty,
not the mighty men without corpses.

Two roads branch off from each other,
right and wrong.
Two of view different from each other,
reasonable and legal.
Two roads asunder zoom out,
ditch on the side of yellow on the tree.

Ari Alsio

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I Am

The road forks,
ditch on the side of the yellow tree.
I'm sorry I feel unwell,
Can you leave me here.
I do not want to travel with you,
brings your way leads to destruction.

Skipping a ship plants
dusty leaves.

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