I wonder sometimes if i where to die, pass way silently in the night; would the world
no, the world she never slows. She lives and breaths for everyone. She shows no grief for
the millions who die, they die with no one to miss them as the future pours in like sweet
hot liquid fire, burning up the past . Those millions poor deaths, each like a star in the
night sky that blanket the thriving earth as she breaths with life. For the beauty is as
giving as she is unforgiving.