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| Decree of Nature | |
| By mishmish | ||||||||
| 01 June 2006 | ||||||||
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And the scream which emanated Could not be heard by sound Nor seen by action. The scream of pain Like the mother who sees her new born child die To feel the inextricable bonding Slowly decrease, by the senses… Each layer, released But only to cringe and succumb to The throes of ebony. The consciousness To be aware, within the green and blue Yet entrapped… Soaked in the perfumes of destruction Entwined in the entropic odours of affluence. Beautiful – was the time Before the heinous haze Pure When virginal rivers ran with silken grace Free of the molesting molecules from chemical castles. Majestic, once stood the giants of evergreen The true inhibitors of the mystical jungle. Gone now – a million executions To be a front page headline Starving everything of the life source So that clear is a luxury And noxious is the norm. But what of the crystals of ice? Dissolve and expand the waters of life So full of death Runneth over the vacant lands with stagnant juices Disable and dismember the greens And gold and towns of stone. So that the money-makers Compact and contained Banished to the middle line To suffer like firesticks Boxed in self-destruction. Emaciated, skeletal Retrospection through enlightened eyes Once so oblivious Tears from seared orbs for a life self made. - And slowly SHE turns – The scream like an echo from A distant point So far, Not a time of design to remember Except the imprint on the soul. Son of Fire – Child of Ice Revolve, and witness The incarceration of the green jewel Saviour and guardian of the Family Heed to the pain… A scream of such intensity Can not be ignored Let the ferocity of heat and rain, guide The directive To abolish, rebuild and restore To initiate and nurture The world of suffocation. To breath, with pureness. - Transformation is paramount – Lest the scream Enlivened by currencies of cruelty Enhance and deafen us all.
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