Sum err

Walking through the Mongolian desert a few hundred years ago drumming

Silhouettes of fire burning the flesh and resting as a hawk flying the empty skies

They left us there tonfind our way into this war zone to understand human nature

We did not understand a thing we became mirrors in ponds of water and wells where we could absorb the feelings of reflections and learn to entertain  ourselves with feelings emotions and chess

Strategy has a meaning in all forms of manipulation as a separate me.

We learned to adapt to this illusion living for thousands of years now and ending up being afraid of death

The ships are gone and we are stranded for ever in circles of the inconceivable , thinking we are alone unloved abandoned we learn how to hate and destroy and this is something we hide from us by seeking pleasure

This is an account on our living on the desert for thousands of years now


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