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Where are those that provided protection

Where are these giants of old

And where in the world did I stand

when they needed protection of their own

Nothing in this life is granted

other than the reminders of decay

for all who stood tall have dissolved

into the conciousness of our yesterday



Barren have become my lands

emptied through the averice deed

laceratered by the wounds of hand

vanished keep of bark, root & seed

Sapling ghosts I long for now

blackened by the touch of fire & smoke

lost in the questions of why & how

I still hear the whisperings of pine & oak

Thy thickets urn, my heavens burn

where now will I search for serenity

for leaf & fern, my heart shall yearn

within the embers of our own obscenity

Paradise now feign, nature in chains

as is my soul internally

for the cost of gain,

blood stains these plains

and we follow in the footsteps of eternity