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Deer died; we don't know what to feel. Heart is dead; mind confused. Don't know what to do. we feel sad for many reasons money, lust, hatred can't handle it all. Eyes crying; Body dying; no sound of hope, just quiet humming and distant echoes mourning.

The madness of this world cannot be conquered by the sadness or the power of the world, but only by the oneness of the world – hearts.