Loneliness is not a Thies
It never steals outright
It simply hides the silverware
And dims the hallway light.
You reach for what you swore you owned
But grasp a shadow instead
And learn the rooms you thought were yours
Were rented, by the dead.
Her heart her sole is strong wide and tall she will destroy any gods if they dare to call,
She has no time or patience for thies evil creations
On her planet of beauty of all different nations,
Her name is Nature so stand tall and be brave
She created you for your self not to be white skin slaves,
Priests and the holy ghost are demons indeed programed by gods to destroy mans free will In every colour and every creed,
She will use the weapon of time to engulf the danger
This god of the west this twisted dictator,
It knows no wrath it knows no anger until it meets her true mother nature,
Man will always echo threw evolution and Gods well they just come and go.
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