coming up another high rise on the gate they’re planting trees the maker surely is wealthy and wise to have stolen the lowly one’s breeze.
one more tower to eat up the sky on the gate they’re planting trees soon the goliath will raise its head high to make rooms for the busy bees.
coming up a high rise gobbling open space on the gate they’re planting trees will blow a deadly kiss on the sky’s face our breaths will be hell of a ****.
how many trees can plant these men to compensate for the air they decimate robbing the blue for a handful’s gain killing the open space with no regret.