Not a plant and hardly a genius.
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Whatever came to the threshold, all here, open the doors.
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Shadows roam behind again, there is a blue river and a fragrant potion.
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Bottomless pits with stumps and toothy rubble grinning.
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Behind is a long road, a deep swamp.
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The deck is bizarrely shuffled by fate.
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Bones ache, broken, but the unbroken spirit is still young.
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Life squeezes out all the juices, everyone gets their own experience.
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In the concrete thickets of the city, fools will again be bred like rabbits.
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Again, someone's dream here crumbled like a house of cards.
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You went ahead with a seasoned billhook against a hunter.
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Under the hooves, the pits yawn and bare their teeth like predatory stakes.
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The city stands as a pile of stone - there, an ant river runs on business.
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If you didn't hit your hands, the crimson mosquito gorges with impunity.
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Luna grins with the grin of a madman.
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She knows that silence will prevail here.
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Even those who do not go into their pocket for a word.
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Those who are not used to giving birth in the throes of words.
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So easy to be.
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Hounded by a wolf, not one is ready.
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Here bare white pearl fangs.
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For a stinking bone, like a hound dog, cling to the withers.
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And you can say:
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"Shut your mouth, don't waste heat," what's the point?
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In the furnace, behind - the ancestors, in front of the descendants.
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Not to shout is a wild wilderness.
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Where the unnecessary is lost among the indifferent.
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And red-speaking nonsense found shelter.
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Refuge of Lost Souls.
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Here they are tired of waiting for a miracle, but they are waiting.
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There is no need to puff out chicken breasts here.
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Soon a thread, a tag and a corpse.
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Wilderness - hearts beat in cages made of ribs.
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Wilderness - fear bites under the skin like a shaggy tick.
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Dense places, pulsation of blood in the temples.
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If you knew the way, tell me, would you come here.
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Silence here! |
Backwoods…
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Silence... Silence...
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Silence... Silence... |