she walks,
isolated,
alone,
rejected.
her world,
is melting,
poisoned.
her people,
are always on the losing side.
their arguments,
have no merit.
her woods are felled,
and not replaced.
her rivers are barren,
devoid of her life.
a world is being constructed,
without her.
her instincts are mocked,
and must be quashed.
she, who appeared in the Pre Cambrian,
grew in the Devonian,
spawned mankind in the Pliocene,
who cradled and kept us.
some creatures,
decided that she was not for them.
they chose another.
now she must die.
Comment
Find Us:
Iphone Coming Soon!
![](http://api.ning.com/files/M9YrlTXCVk*xHLrIdtAuyYfaxHvi6GJQfkCvzhQJ2ggxDEWNQCeGZUSrJ-gHMVkTl1W2mtv8rQUfjzkvkCawbrpAsLUwTAR0/psadsaleendoftheyear.jpg")
© 2013 PaganSpace.net
Powered by
Badges | Privacy Policy | Report an Issue | Terms of Service
You need to be a member of PaganSpace.net The Social Network for the Occult Community to add comments!
Join PaganSpace.net The Social Network for the Occult Community