| Call of the carrion crow, civilized man had no friend
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| Whale of the silent sea, the ocean is yours, they’ve left it empty
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| Hawk and the emerald dove, soar and sail on wings above
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| Across halcyon streams, to a place where madmen once would dream
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| Cast your senses, to another world
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| Back a millennia, another time when
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| Savage squatters, remade the earth
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| And Gaia screamed
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| As she was raped
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| Then after, thereafter, she took revenge
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| Rusting towers, roots spreading
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| Asphalt cracking, under live oak
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| Vines entangle, the shells they once called their homes
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| Termination, billions composted
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| Germination, merged cadavers into peat
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| Resurrection, food for the earthworms
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| Fertilizing dead sward in turn
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| Solitude, sacrosanct, as Gaia speaks through whip-poor-wills at first daybreak
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| Propagation, feces and flesh fructify
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| Sown asunder, corpses blended with the soil
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| Transmutations, spill forth from Gaia’s womb
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| Life comes screaming, overdue, on a landscape free of man
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| Beasts of a broken line, fill the void on silent earth
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| Heed the carrion call… rebirth |