You can't stop what's coming leafboy. I walk all over leaves every autumn, you think this year will be any different? Your flag is a fucking leaf. You chose the one part of the tree that dies every year. Not only that, but it's one of hundreds of leaves, thousands if it's a big tree. All dead come winter. Every winter. A vicious cycle. Totally insignificant. As soon as the tree has had it's way with you you are cast to the Earth to be trod by all other living things. Ants? They not only stomp about you, they will steal your corpse and use it for their people. Birds steal your lifeless shell with impunity. Leaves not only die once, but every year. A brave man dies only once, but leaves die a thousand deaths, or at least 20 or 30 if the tree lives that long. Perhaps more. Every year, leafs crunch beneath my boot. This year shall be no different. So it shall be written. So it shall be done. The day of the rake is at hand because every day is the day of the rake and has always been.
๐๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ซ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ, ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ธ๐ท.