Night

Have I died in this soundless desolation for
It reminds me of times long forgotten gathered
Around the fire at night as it roars and dances
In the midnight breeze. The folk-tales that we
Told and the songs that we sang sharing our
Stories of battle and conquest. Surrounded by
Nature and living with her might. It was the
Only thing that created a feeling in this body
Of mine. Now I lust to return to the times
Before the pseudo aesthetic this foul human
Necropolis – this sick human race your
Righteousness is but a delusion you are a
Profanation to she that you claim to revere.
How free and secure I feel in the forest and
In Night – how at home I am here away from
You and your corruptions, your shallow selfishness
And vanity – your disconnection can only be a
Disconnection from human destiny.

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