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By means of fire, unnatural expansion,

condeming the seeds prohibits the oak,

the thoughts of our actions to us seem so finite,

the damning of elders, a cause to provoke.

Bastions of light, wither as time moves ever on,

pillars can crumble, diminishing mother nature's song,

furnace of yearning, truth lies in thought,

deteriorating the knowledge once sought,

woodlands ablaze in sorrow,

smoke filling skies far above,

the epitaph of tomorrow,

will contain words devoid of love,

Wanting growth from field to fauna,

flora rekindled once more...

elder beings are falling through the cracks,

of flame and of anguish,

the bond between son and steel,

carves the path and turns the wheel,

leading to bitter days,

Grandeur and Serenity,

are blessings to behold,

to those who seek renewal,

fortune favours the bold,

Pledge allegiance,

with all things that grow,

take the oath,

to plant and to sew,

form connection,

with cycles of change,

from warm fields and valleys

to the cold mountain range.