Praise to the farmers, who till the land,With calloused hands and a noble stand.They sow seeds for our daily bread,Bringing forth life, from earth's deep bed. Praise to the domestic helpers, who sweep our homes,With…
SILENCE
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Praise to the farmers, who till the land,With calloused hands and a noble stand.They sow seeds for our daily bread,Bringing forth life, from earth's deep bed. Praise to the domestic helpers, who sweep our homes,With…
When the darkness prevailed,A ghost like man sailedDeep into the deep sea.Blood like sweatFrom head to toe,Caught neither fish nor flesh. [auth] Then the sun arises from the slumberLike a lamp in a dungeon.“Cast your…
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