Stop

You have grieved enough
Hang the fox’s tails
And the rabbits to dry
It is your last season
Of hunting Pain!

Stop
Your time to ride
The horizon to unknown
Is now
So prepare
It is your last season
Of hunting
It is your last season
Of Pain!

Stop.

September 20, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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