Deep.

Its deep.

Look at the trees

You cut them down, than complain about the excess heat, having a hard time to breathe.

Must be hidden in the 5D why you cant see

Because its obvious to me, who likes to read, bettween the pages of the deep,

That the link between your lungs and the trees are rooted deep into the seams of the planet

But oh I forgot... about the 5Gz...

Need space for the beams to interfere with your dreams of a green planet

Wonder what the plan is

When breathing is an afterthought

Who cares what you bought.

If your wheezing falls

On deaf ears

Heads stare

With a thousand pair of eyes

Still can't rear

O

Lise

That the blind when they close their mind

Are prey to the unwise

Rise be wise

Or slide and reside

In the pages of time

As the silent ones.