Just a Sonnet Iv
Stinking thinking of men
Ink overflow out of this pen
Rivers concentrated with darkness
He who believes shall attain lightness
Lightness within brightness, EARTH without HE
Is ART - trees belong to mother nature not thee
All science is theory,
Joeying, but not getting better every January.
White lives matter
Black lives matter
Green lives matter
When will all life on EARTH matter?
We all too high to riot, we feel like Bas
Moving but no direction, because we don't got the compass.
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