A Letter To Huitzilopochtli
I write to you this letter my friend in hope that you listen and halt the war to an end. It is truth that you were born to find search and destroy what threatens humankind. You are the courageous protector the blue hummingbird man he who bleeds to protect the land. I never doubt the decisions you make blood nourishes the earth and it is all our fate. For you we are forever right march and sing to take-up a fight. When I go into battle with you I want to ride so please tell my sons just how I died. The story is that we are desperate and wrong man is hungry and we forgot your song. We have abused the powers that made us great woman and children have lost their fate. Time is running out and we have nowhere to run god help us now and show us the sun. Use the forces allowed to you at birth the falling feathers and the love of the earth. Beautiful-bird the war has now become wrong no more love for heart just a soul undone. There is no respect for the body with improvish devices only crushed skulls the sight of an ugly crisis. Man, woman, and children left to bleed no prayer for the soul or a ceremony to lead. It has become a real disorder that is greater then death, torture and hell and what will be next. The pain that I feel is now of another kind, I see all of this madness and I want to lose my mind. South-sun brother leader of war show us your mercy and hurt us no more. We promise to live by the wind, the Feathered Serpent and your family - the Obsidian Twin. For now my strength is the brightest moon our sisters love I know the end is soon. I hope you see that I’m still your friend war is peace but we must become human again.
I write to you this letter my friend in hope that you listen and halt the war to an end. It is truth that you were born to find search and destroy what threatens humankind. You are the courageous protector the blue hummingbird man he who bleeds to protect the land. I never doubt the decisions you make blood nourishes the earth and it is all our fate. For you we are forever right march and sing to take-up a fight. When I go into battle with you I want to ride so please tell my sons just how I died. The story is that we are desperate and wrong man is hungry and we forgot your song. We have abused the powers that made us great woman and children have lost their fate. Time is running out and we have nowhere to run god help us now and show us the sun. Use the forces allowed to you at birth the falling feathers and the love of the earth. Beautiful-bird the war has now become wrong no more love for heart just a soul undone. There is no respect for the body with improvish devices only crushed skulls the sight of an ugly crisis. Man, woman, and children left to bleed no prayer for the soul or a ceremony to lead. It has become a real disorder that is greater then death, torture and hell and what will be next. The pain that I feel is now of another kind, I see all of this madness and I want to lose my mind. South-sun brother leader of war show us your mercy and hurt us no more. We promise to live by the wind, the Feathered Serpent and your family - the Obsidian Twin. For now my strength is the brightest moon our sisters love I know the end is soon. I hope you see that I’m still your friend war is peace but we must become human again.
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