The cycles they are clawing
Thrive
Wander, then starve
The cycles they are
No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope
unborn
Bury me in a shallow grave, so the rain will
Destroy the eyes of the world Wish for invisibility God
When it begins - Takeahnase - the floods will sever
Power
Too weak to stand up the power
Mentally castrated
Seeking security in
Leave me demons did I want you? Why do you
Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost.
Longing for the