Funeral Ecology from Thanatocracy by Orodrim

I have held communion with the wild

I have felt through every lichen
I have seen through every snake eye
I have stood alone and weeping
On the mountain peak

My spirit has extended into
Every root of every tree
The talon of the broad winged hawk
Carved it's mark upon my inner self

I have held communion with the wild

I see not my own soul in machinery
In concrete erected for vampires
Draining the lifeblood of our sacred source
Earth's decadent primordial soup

The urge to fight instead of flee
The encroaching hunger of the rabid cogs
Grinding our existence out of being
Takes shape in howling form upon my breast

I have held communion with the wild

And however much coal we shovel
Into the furnace of denial
Steam roaring in the devil's bowels
We will never tame it

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