Reincarnation (Circle of Death)
The leopard crouching close to earth
While stalking, dirt smells so divine
Eyes fixed through grass, the pounce, return
…up top with golden shrine
When I come back wish I could be
A graceful creature so in sync
O death please hurry, come to me
Before they go extinct
Law of nature, law of man
Survival is a killing game
A part that no-one understands
Insanely human, inhumane
We’re born with will and strength to choose
Ignoring all of nature’s signs
Abusing power, win or loose
Circle of death means turning tides
When you return to earth one day
At the bottom of the food chain
You’ve turned from hunter into prey
Death haunting shrinking plains
Ask not why, ask not how
Balance must be preserved
To cheat death, stop the killing now
Or your fate will be well deserved
Copyright © Brandon Basson | Year Posted 2005
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