Palm tree and Pine tree, I'm at home.
Earth is a good mother.
She was made for my kind of sickness and I'll take everything she's got.
The creature crawls on his belly and has no friends.
He's a busy breeder.
But he's only half the animal his father was.
How about four corners of the earth?
It's a good story.
Guarded by angels and held up with pillars for your pleasure.
Up on those hills it burns and burns bright.
What a tragic allegory.
Extinction fuels the faith in man and the Spirit.
He got me young. The venom drips.
What a useless fucker.
Dig me a shallow grave so I can live on as hemlock.
The swamp is so unforgiving and makes me beg.
He's a regretful creator.
Next time there won't be a next time.
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