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Strange Wind
There is a strange wind blowing in the town and I don't know where it is bound.There is a strange wind blowing in the town and destiny is moving from door to door.Short wind, wide wind, narrow wind, and all types of wind is moving around ferociously bearing mankind sins.Wind come in contact with wind, wind beating against wind, wind that has no proof when it is ready to rip through the roof.I don't know where it started and where it is going to end but the mood is not totally free, especially when you have to sign the final decree.The ageless, the merciless, the motherless and the fatherless are moving in the same direction with their hands and feet buried in the concrete.And a strange sound howling from above makes the pilgrimage before the day is done.While the sorrows of the night is moving around slowly with all its might.There is a strange wind blowing in the town spreading its chill around, it is crawling up and down the tree with a profound message for you and me.I have tried to analyze it, and I have tried to summarize it but something is deeper than me keeps grinding its teeth at me. I don't respond well to threat, especially when it involves death.I don't respond well to threat that cause people to fret.When you mix bitter and sweet, you will get bitter sweet.It is more like the taste of wine with a certain blamish embedded within.The woman sitting infront of me is selling sweet coconut cake and the man behind me is selling bitters and spices on a ring that will send the cockroaches running.Everything is bitter and it will wash away the pain that has caused so much shame.If you put it into your mouth it is bitter, if you put it in water it is bitter, bitter balls, bitter wood, bitter leaves, bitter stick, everything is bitter the man shouts.The lyrics move around the park as the marching band gets ready to start.They are tuning up their drums and everyone is lining up for the strange run.The wind is penetrating the base and it has many different faces.I don't know which way it will blow but I have to leave town before the start of the show.Stand and rise up with the wind.
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