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It is cold on the outskirts of the fire

and we shiver in confusion,

greedilly huddling for warmth next

to the dancing flames.

Back to back

wallowing in shame!

“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,

so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.

To make a deep physical path we walk again and again,

to make a deep mental path we must think over and over

the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”

Isa, whose been carved in this stone,

our fear causes stillness.

We are like the glass waters of

an undisturbed pond.

Petrified in our selfishness,

only moving to satiate our own

desires and quench our own thirsts.

Into the void we all fall,

abandoned humanity as

we have abandoned law.

Away from the bullets

and fire, bombs over head.

Its easy to escape state oppression

but not to escape ourselves

To learn to live as one body,

away from this capitalist hell.

Poison runes, Merkstave,

the ink that smears your flesh

branded with this human curse

to only care for ones self.

It takes more than one tree

to create the forests canopy.

How do we learn to live as one body

and yet mantain our individual autonomy?

This war has just begun and the most

deadly weapon is our own hands.

This war has just begun and the most

deadly weapon is our own hands!

When one of us falls in the field

I will become your shield,

when one of us harvests the grain

all of us will eat again.

When ever a child is born,

a warrior she will become.

When one of us ever is slain

all of us will feel his pain.