Remnants of Halloween, or rather one should say Hell wins.
When even a dwarfed tree, aka Ent, starts thinking about stoking furnaces, things are getting hot. After all, wood burns in the furnace. Let’s think about what level humanity has reached, when even the most patient state of life that trees represent are saying enough. Enough of human licentiousness. Their arrogance, pride, and boorishness. Give monkeys a gun and they’ll kill their own and everything that lives. Life doesn’t like this. Human hatred has exceeded norms and spilled over onto trees. They cannot bear it, they must be burned.
All norms of patience have been exceeded. The predator until now will begin to be the victim. A victim of its own lies, frauds, and hatred. Hell is starting to burn with shame, because they are no longer the worst. They’ve run out of ideas for evil. They must yield their place to those better than themselves, meaning humans.
The Ents are starting to stoke furnaces. Infernal furnaces for these pseudo-wonderful human souls. The time has already come. Let’s sing them a farewell Anthem on their journey. On a journey slightly sloped downward. Only in one direction. There where ents will be able to burn with them, burying their corrupted souls.
(polish anthem)
March, march Dąbrowski
From the Italian land to Poland
Under your leadership
We will unite with the nation
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