Salt. On fertile earth. Stunting all growth from the inside. Salt from my blood. Labor of life. Sead where I
stand. I have sown earth with blood. Blood soaked earth yields nothing but dust. Dust now my crop. From blood.
Brings not but dust. I have sown earth with blood. Blood soaked earth yields nothing but dust. I have killed
myself. I have sown earth with my own blood.
