Our flowers are dying,The trash comes to life,The treasures are fading,Anti-values bloom!The world is unhinged,The vomit overflows,In the smoke on the shoresThe pigs are belching!The balance is lostOf the magnetic axis,The animals build motelsInside the zoo!
A little alpine colostrum, From the milked snowfields, Honey from the yellow flower Brewed by the bee. Blueberry essence On the meadow’s breast, Squeezed from the blackberry…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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