Salvation Rite - Dawn Ray'd

The rivers turn to spite us

By slowly feeding us poison

The sea spits at us debris

On which it’s slowly choking

One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit

This plain which every second

Is less worth the fight of saving

I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong

At least the ones we haven’t enslaved

I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong

Do they think that they are to blame?

I wonder if they have stories

Some bautifully written lore

A tragically uselss explanation

Equal in delusion to the religions of men?

Liminal:

The start of the insurrection

The inevitable hurtling chaos

The slowly dawning realization

Of the ardor that faces us

Liminal:

The absurdity, the terror

The reluctant understanding

The actions we must make

Would be deliverance and cessation