Siena

Material of whom it's for. For the vacuumed clean structured hilarious metaphor for how small. Eye for an eye, in a world where falling is a thing or just a must of commitment. As if speaking real, could it be a method or perhaps an influence? For the empty, or what looks empty, a floating jasmine for waving shocks. The common dream of closing the book of purposelessness for a thing of culture or maybe an experiment. Looking nihilistic is a solution for the wrong question whatsoever. The deal and the bargain are clearly for the record of trying not to lose a move. Of which it seems, rushing blood or a tone if it's alright but no matter for what it is, it's for who it's for.

The legend goes for some adventurers with a monopoly of land for the sake of good. Creating a land that is different as for the eccentric tiring Pisa. Painting the deaths of its blood is a crime for the man but a perpetuation of the sad murdering violin for the history of a checkmating era.

Siena died as a place, but is immortal as a human. The oblivion of control is not such a thing. Raising voices is a law and playing the antagonist for change. The change in worlds does not mean them colliding at all. Perhaps, it's there as for the competition but for who to win or for how and when? The emphasize of luck or just a common happy limited coincidence. The thinking mind would not process but will always stay blessed and grateful.

Humans for Siena, wanted a safe city for the happiness of whoever. Prisons built and a pub to serve the hungry. What change? Season of the dead, to the walking army for a charming crazy Mrs. Macbeth. Drives the context of no detection but leaves quietly as for the judging of god. What would a writer miss for his story characters? Captain, we will play the piano instead.