Burning and stoning...I carry the load of many...beg to take the brunt of the sword for samaritans...
That one day someone will step on me and look down...
Notice the mold that covers the forest...protects mother earth...
Nothing but needed...Careless but comforting...alive...but dead again...
No one even knows I exist...it's like a realm of relativity...
Only to know what goes up must come down...
And if only I could have one breath of him.
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