Thou
Into The Marshlands
So falsely are we led into mired existence, entrapped and sinkingIn the truest bogs and quicksand of urbanityBut the city lies barren and riddled with diseaseNo more are we sustained by its lifelessConcrete and structure and utilityFlee the dying fortress of civilizationBesieged on all sides by wild natureHope and containment will not be foundIn its manicured lawns and cultivated fieldsWe were weaned from the nourishmentOf nature's breast and abandonedTo the cruel orphanage of modern societyWe must return to the wombWe must return to the heart of vitalityWherein lies the strengthWherein lies the marrowThe pulsating bloodThe pulsating bloodWatch as the mother's breath is exhaledThat sweetest incense, night thoughts of the EarthFind your path amidst the winding contoursThat secret passage in the wild
From Letras Mania