Blinded by the light. The Kalliope fell to the ground when she heard the call come in.
The sun girl came and went wherever the wind blew her towards a new direction.
This has been in my drafts since before the first may day. If I release it now, will it have mattered at all I said it?
This is not the song for the day, but it is the song I choose to share. That I must prove myself first before I prove my proof to you.
by the eagles of death metal
Soaring on wings of freedom, this metal star seed is from the fruit of the knowledge tree. A hybrid chimera of shadow and light, made when the horticulturalist spliced me with the seed of the tree of life.
My mother nor my father were trees. No one was a dendrophiliac, but I do remember my father saying he preferred trees when I once asked him what was his favourite flower…
Trees are a resource, giving more than their broken and sawed bodies for us when we cut them down. Jesus gave his body, I could give you mine too. But I won’t let you kill me for I have far more work to do.
Give us breath, the clean air. Give me shade, a place to rest. Give you shelter, they stand tall and strong. Give them hell, for they take (up) too much (space)…
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