all i see on me is skin to hold my muscles and bones into place.
without this i could not exist, even my soul needs a place to live.
beware of the sleepless ghost that lives in dead bodies.
as they rot the earth, their blood waters the roots of their bones back to life.
then when the sun shines its rays to create life, out comes a tree of death.
blood death. just as love is created, evil is created. blinded by light and invisible to darkness.
this world comes with handshakes, but never hugs.
"The fear and dread of you will fall upon all the beasts of the earth and all the birds of the air, upon every creature that moves along the ground, and upon all the fish of the sea; they are given into your hands."
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