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Tear her apart, please.

Seeping down the mountain side

The fog rolled among the trees

Drifted deeper until it hit

The valley floor

 

Carved through rock and

Dug out a crevasse

And condensed

Into a river

 

Men and women gathered

Seeking the forbidden knowledge

Cultivated and developed

The earthen beds

 

Sweat from the brows of thousands

Met with the current

And gave way to the salt

That replenished faltering seas

 

Lakes give way to rivers

Give way to oceans

Give way to rivers

Give way to earth

Give way to peoples

Give way cultures

Give way to connections

Give way to coexistence

Give way to peace

 

All spawned from the thought of fog

Rolling and drifting

Ever so relaxed

Down the mountain side