Lonly
and yet we are
sex or friend
shame or confidence
Thinking for myself:
Man built the houses in wood, stone, metal and glas.
Inside I take shelter from mother nature
The city of paradize is called the promissed land
The boats, cars, trains and planes
magic machines
Roots in Babylon city?
Electric roots?
And I travel like a Traditional tourist
and the ancient outland, could be very cold or hot, wet or dry
Mother nature is a God or a beast?
so be careful you shaman or faki
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