Return of the darkness
to soils of being.
Desecration,
madness resulting.
The maker of sin,
now morals are gone again.
Feelings left,
now roots are wilted.
Killed the leaves begin to fall.
Our Sun’s madness
drains the life
from our sacred ground.
HG – 1995-2000
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