The End Is Growing Near

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Clear cuts expose the forest floor The feral indigence of progress The rape of the natural world Stripped of her assets, our Mother Earth The whore of progress The horror of industrial agriculture, the unsustainable assault of enslavement redefined The earth in the shackles of man Sedentary slave drivers (To the nomads and the wilderness alikе) The bonds are about what you cut away Not about with what you chain us down The rotting corpsе of our nomadic, tribal nature Desecrated with harnessed fields And modified seeds Embrace the urge to bring civilization to its knees or try and make it succeed Only to eventually fade (Into one more species failed). Unsustainable, unable to succeed There is sorrow in the seeds The roots are poisoned and there has always been sorrow in the seeds

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026