The other day i got to the joint and went on an aeroplane, i could see the clouds below from the above, what you see in the poles like the ice, and the clouds, if you flip with nature, you become the environment, you will flood your own floor. Never sip on ice like its the dancers on the poles, you could go ways with the clouds high up in the sky, flowing among those hails, helps not to go to a place where hells breaks loose. We traverse like its blessing from the heavens, high up in the skies, boarding these crafts of our Gods. Let us promise a pleasant rainfall, don't let those tears melt the ice and global warm the planet, make love instead and make the house safe for the kids.
Promising a race that i never want to be part of, never to be watched of an unseen result.
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