(Watch the video after please, its needed in order to understand.Especially 1:38 until the ended)
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Light green leaves flutter in the wind, attached to the dark brown, rough trunks of the oak tree. Butterflies of all colors float around in all their fluttery glory.The sun is beaming bright. Therefore, you can assume its half past noon. The heat makes the big oak seem like paradise. The day is quiet and serene around the paradise. Among the beauty of mother nature, tan velvet rope hanged from the oak tree called Paradise. The black bodies hanged with sweat dripping down. Their eyes still open, like they were looking inside your soul. The bodies were covered in the scraps and rags they were given as clothes. There were bodies of all shapes and sizes. Big and small. Narrow and wide. The rope that hanged from the tree connect gracefully around their necks. Creating a lovely blue and purple imprints embedded on their skin. Their lips are a chappy texture. Dry blood covered the soil,feeding the oak tree with the pain of the dead. But the butterflies still flutter around them. Landing on their chest. The light green leaves still blew in the wind, attached to the dark brown, rough trunks. The sun was still high in the sky. This is paradise...Welcome.
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