Resources for oil You’ve come to my land to poison me with your voice. Your solitude is yours to bare and the arrogance of your deeds, God. That one you preach is none but your own fantasies, the mirror from which you think you are made and not, you are just but bones and flesh ready to be dead, ready to live another day to fulfil the detriments of your soul in despair. You’ve come with your discourses of progress and tell me, have you find happiness ? Is not what you think it is, that place you prone so hard and bold to be satisfactory, nothing is done in your world, everything is in pieces, compositions of things that agence to assert your needs, and even those needs you haven’t met because pleasure is the on going flame that burns your heart and you taste life like if it was you who made it. You’ve come to me with romance, and don’t. Please don’t come to me with your languishing words they serve nothing but the apathy of time from which you are running from. Worth, you believe is your life because you bare each day with your entertaining literacy, tragedy from which you are foolishly surviving but where ? Where is the value of your heart ? Why are you still living ? How can you still live ? Asking others to hold your pain, to accept your believes, to fill your thirst to know that you have used for your own convenience to get to an agreement of understanding. You’ve come to me with curiosity and open heart, but all my people you have slaughter and my land you have destroy. Envy is the sickness of your acts those who come deliberately against ourselves because you trick us into this place that you call better, but is no other than bitter. You’ve come to me and I learn from us, live with us, but some things I can not do and wish I in the world I I’ve never considered possibilities as factual until you came and I’ve trust and I’ve
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