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Night

Have I died in this soundless desolation for

It reminds me of times long forgotten gathered

Around the fire at night as it roars and dances

In the midnight breeze. The folk-tales that we

Told and the songs that we sang sharing our

Stories of battle and conquest. Surrounded by

Nature and living with her might. It was the

Only thing that created a feeling in this body

Of mine. Now I lust to return to the times

Before the pseudo aesthetic this foul human

Necropolis – this sick human race your

Righteousness is but a delusion you are a

Profanation to she that you claim to revere.

How free and secure I feel in the forest and

In Night – how at home I am here away from

You and your corruptions, your shallow selfishness

And vanity – your disconnection can only be a

Disconnection from human destiny.