Apologies are needed this time.
Flood by works, desires,and greed,
the cultivation finished successfully,
and the plants are still confound.
Contamination are cover by jokes, but those jokes are true.
Without freedom, they are circulating in front of their eyes,
flowing in their bloodstream, every single seconds.
Everything is conditional.
Nothing is unconditional.
Indeed, there are some appreciation and reverence.
Yet, it's about what their peers done, not who they are.
I am sorry.
Nothing can be atoned.
Shame apologies are the last thing could be offered.
The only hope - Might what we planted today can be developed and flourished someday, before it parched.
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