A Dead Tree Doesn't Talk - Cycles

Ceremonial cultivation becomes the remedy
We are a seed, now grow through me
This sick being has polluted our earth
In her womb I rot before rebirth

I went down with thoughts of genocide
To cure this world
Lay me down in the poorest of dirt
Peaceful silence as I'm eaten by her vicious worms

What will we eat when nothing grows
Where will we go when all is dead
How to breathe when it makes you sick
Nothing but greed curse our brains and stimulates
Are you awake

Feast on me
Cleanse the soil of impurity
Feast on me
Let your mind slide into obscurity

Take this handful of dirt
Feel the moistness of her earth
Take this pure water
Drink it down, drain the life from our mother

The cycle of human kind
The end of her life
Earth, once so green
My whole existence is thanks to you
I give myself to repair
The damage we have done
The cycle of human kind
The end of her life
Earth, now so ruined
I wish I could take down more with me
Now, forgive me

I felt nothing to a point
Unethical but not that wrong

Written by:
Adam Rexius

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