The Parable of the Waking to Truth

 

            Along with morning breath of wind, petals of flowers of the pure apple tree came over the meeting from the road, to announce non-forgetfulness for the country.
            All woke up from a long sleep of a strange nightfall, and they started again all they debated, to enlighten more with peace...
            They recognized the weird numbness, at which were all given and servants, but they did not understand how all they done seemed to they unknown and even “forgotten”. 
            Their awaking brought the waited peace upon the living’s destinies, peace that was deep “darkened” by the wildness of hate and murder...
            Through apple’s tree flowers all became clean, and now they are building again with love “the building”, destining again the country’s destiny, towards the well-desired truth...
            Ears to have to hear the singing that is sang all over, and your eyes can see all that they are allowed to see from what is permitted, from all that I have told you...

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