As my time upon this plane nears its inevitable end
I reflect on the journey - time is nothing more than an illusionary harness
Shackles created by those with more perceived "power"
To induce a perpetuated state of servitude
Among those who haven't yet learned
How to use their minds and their spirits
To manipulate the elements as they will it
To share in the most sacred and intimate of natural laws
...and walk on equal ground with the ancient gods
When I awoke at last I found chaos all around me
Everyone in a blind sleepwalk
Destroying themselves
Destroying everything
Mother Gaia sits in a damp corner
Of an unlit prison cell
Weeping acid tears upon creation
The monoliths of man eroding away
Buried beneath her undying sorrow
The Earthen Mother's tools captured and bastardized
By those who claim dominion over both man and wilds
Creating a caste that can never be removed
As we are strung along screaming for salvation
We send out intention to our Mother
Begging, pleading for redemption
