Tragic Kingdom from Fables by The Shouting Market

Sitting here I’m feeling fine
I love this light that kisses my face
All is quiet in my head
The graveyard cleans the dust of its graves
And this morning smells so good
The wind brings me coffee and toasts
Seeing the church bell waking up
I decide to greet everyone
Hello trees have a nice day
Feed the hated crows with your seeds
Hello crows have a great day
Feed the hated black cats with your flesh
Hello Mr. Smith and sons
Nobody bought you flowers this month?
Well, soon I’ll bring you some but meanwhile
Feed the hungry earth with your bones
Grass will grow to feed the worms eating us
And everything’ll grow while they are playing to be God
Sitting here I’m feeling fine
I love the noise of silence
They have mirrors, they have guns
And they have sons, but they grow alone
And the morning smells so good
I believe the spring will come soon
We are waiting for so long
More than a life
Maybe this time light will reach us
Grass will grow to feed the worms eating us
And everything’ll grow while they are playing to be God
Completely blind
They are completely blind

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