A Devotion To Planet Earth
We have to rebirth, the soul of this planet
and pray it be cleansed and gentled evermore,
but as nails keep piercing
hands reach to smooth across her scared shroud
It has to be worshipped
like the apostle to the apostles,
but with a feast of celebration everyday
dressed in her finest,
she must be read and chronicled by scribes of all ages
If her spirit cries out for a easing, for the torment
that embroiders across and through her linen,
rent from the abuse and torture of her kin
having sewn by the hands, that marred her
our sacrifice,
will take Millenniums
to ponder at the fibers of her cloth,
for in the beginning,
as the interweave of her shroud
we started to spin,
Great wheels through time
our redemption,
to sew a forever
that rebirths from our torments
Dedicated the P.K.Page
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