I am the sleepy setting sun, shining down on everyone. Still bright and bloody, bending behind the hills horizon, retiring readily low below mt.Zion. So exhausted of fulfilling, unwilling, this monotonous existence; expected to edify without any resistence. Rising and falling... Rising and falling... Just waiting to expire. In an explosion- a spontaneous explosion of fire.
I feel like the waves- the same. The never-ending undulation of the ocean tides, which only fade but never die. Collecting corruption and devouring debris in the ocean, the wide-open mouth of the sea... of me... Reflected on the surface, shining and sleek, is only a large lonely oil leak. I too feel i am buried beneath and no one can see me.
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