From the mid-lands and the east

My Mother Earth, lies beneath this foreign carpet

waiting for the dawn to grow

But metal machines come crawling on they’re bellies

People hide inside

Apart from the outside

Those isolating iron islands ionize the air between us,

neutralizing,

 interacting souls

The Wind Blows Cold

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Mother Earth is calling me

In Her soft soothing voice

"Can’t you see all the beauty, while I’m holding you",

"and can’t you feel my healing touch?"

Father Sky is crying through the valleys,

He’s trying hard to tell us

The filth from our follies

Growing up

Burning a hole in the home that will shelter us

 from the storms

Hear Them Blow

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Nahasasn, oamah

Yahuiquil, azehe, aquill

Shichai, Shichai, Shichai

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Grandfather's Spirit calls up to me

"Feel real land beneath thy feet!!!!"

"You can’t believe, and cannot hear a word I’m saying"

"if all you’re livings on concrete"

"Or the Daughter Earth may lay to the west"

"The Father Sun stretching shadows as he sets"

"Ihaya oamah nahasda

It All Blows Away