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Bring out your dead... |
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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 |
