IRON ORE AS METEORITE

A douth must never mix with a done. A true tips out the tricks of the falses. After the darkest nights the lights show up. Before raining there may be a cloudy sky, the rain is never a tricky tale. From the Earth the water the rain blesses landscapes. The iron ores were their crafts, the meteorites ahead the gods of thunders. The gods are uniqued beings, the crafty stories make their shrines to be alive, oiled, bled and watered. Atime flowered with foods from earth to earth. Hum every being is uniqued in the bore of the Earth.