The sun is soon to settle. The air is cooling the ground. All the animals scurry to find food and shelter. The moon is abound.
The mist will rise from muddy peat and cover the land. As if it was rolled out like red carpet..
Night will step out and all sorts villainy will start to brew. Out from the dark of wilderness onto mans streets. To stalking prey from praying stalk. Like sheep to a wolf and broken bone and bloody teeth. Wake up this dream is not me. Wake up you have done horrible things. Or sleep sleep unto the earth speaks. Calling you back onto your feet. Start this all over again.
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