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When the moon shines down upon me

when the wind howls through the trees

when I hear the sound of thunder

my soul yearns to be free

the trees stand tall around me

as the leaves turn red and fall

the sky grows dark and stormy

I hear the lone wolf's call

before me a bolt of lighting smites a tall and mighty tree

in the fire I see the spirits

calling out to me

I hear the distant ocean

the endless raging waves

restless four winds moaning

laments to sunken graves

the embers turn to ashes

as the fire slowly dies

rain is falling

thunder rolls through the sky

far away the city lights glow

dimly in the night

so many lives, distant and cold

the beauty and wisdom of the ancient forests

will remain unseen by the willing blind

sheep guided by wolves

rituals of ignorance

cult of misosophy