Sorrow at the Gates of Gaia

As I feel the mystic swirl around me
I remain locked inside my shell
A cold January night with my knees in the snow
Begging for warmth from the ground below
The will to carry on, halted by her eyes that look back
Examing all our flaws, our need to attack
Gaia has faded, her branches borne much fruit
The wood cracked and faded during mankind’s pursuit
Blood for oil, children starving in the streets
She will have no more of these spiritual defeats
Mourning together outside of heaven’s gate
We yearn for the dictators and the stench of hate
Numbed to her love, we cannot accept her light
Now we sit, as if the world will be back tonight

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