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The subtle voice whispering

the satin temptation of the wind,

while our civilization lies in ruin

we answer the call of the wilderness.

The ominous skies resembling

blood-soaked battle fields.

In the shelter of the forest,

a reprieve from our ordeal.

The laughter of the stream,

the weeping of the rain.

The Thunder God's hammer

coming down as we return

to the wild again.

The interegnum has ended!

Where will we go in this strange

land we should have called home?

The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral

spirit no longer vacant from its throne.

We must learn to live without comfort,

to be fed we must learn to grow.