From simple things, has grown up a dollop.
It’s complicated and confuses the masses.
Also it aspires to perfection, but this complication has degenerated.
Throw the balance off, break to autarchy, devoure the nature, where you were born from.
Laying fire against the cold, building a house against the rain.
Driven by instinct.
However, It could be experienced, it's built up by the simplest things, like anyone else.
The comfort makes a life of ease, and deletes the personality of who we are.
Forgotten past remains.
We are on top of development.
We confute our own affirmation.
We behave radical with ourselves.
We lay traps against ourselves.
After a 1000 years the marks what we left for the next generation will disappear.
They wont define our lives and our history.
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