Land
When the land had no "gods"
we were all one
one family
one clan
one village
one Tribe...
then those holily bathed came
and lied about God
then they threw a seed of pain and division
and when the land crossed her legs to it
they cut her with the sword, and planted their seed by force...
Part of the land is still trying to run away
part of the land died
but though big part of the land gave birth to division and hatred, she is fighting this germination born from her, so she can save the fruit ang go back to who she was.
Jessica
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