something sinister behind fog
hiding beneath those treetops
a watchful eyes piercing plane
following every moves therein
come closer a whispering bid
i offer you passage to heaven
those eyes came down in peace
mingling with farmers of wheats
bakers that feed hungry elites
deep wounds of yesterday, still
not forgotten; deep inside hurting
waiting for a moment of vengeance
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