The one thing worth calling God
It is the root and the burning life, the one surrounding your sights.
No false religious lies to behold, they are weak!
The true nature exists for eternity
White capped forests!
The sun chases the moon!
Cold penetrable soil of mother earth
A revelry for the carnal to see…
I stand proudly atop your scape and contemplate the vast beyond
This is where I bred, and where I learnt the secrets
Shining rivers mirrors something pure
When aeons were still in the womb, you were here!
Eternal in the singular mind, possessive
From an epic journey passed stained time
High mountains are your towers of wisdom,
And in the constellations this night there is a cleansing
It is out there in the deep of night and deep of day
The one alive and awake
:Wolfshaman: 2263 R.E.