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19/08/22 - YOU SET FIRE TO THE TWIGS

Walking cost a fortune,
Air become the main importune,
Silk cuts like metal to the skin,
The human values are nearing the bin,
The nature fails to win,
where the human sin,
Because Sin was integrated in decision,
With a bleeding eye you can't see the sun,
Vision, vision, lack and poverty-is
Let me see my son,
Let the sun see it won,
and if not,
burn the branches that were worthless