beautiful savage

An ancient savage world groans and roars
beneath our feet.
Demanding a deep respect that we can never
hope to meet.
As we reincarnate into increasingly selfish forms
of hate,
Our pendulum hangs from evoultion's gate.
But we blindly march on with a inward looking zeal,
oblivious to the pain and suffering or the nature
of the wheel.
Have we really lost our connection to our
sacred mother earth?
Who's tear's will drown out our sorrow's
in an amniotic re-birth.
This is the charge that i level at mankind
and every blind soul that cant feel the
nature of the mind.

Take these words as a truth and warning.
every action has an equal an opposite reaction
design to hold a balance.
Not to be ignored,pushed or challenged.
we live in borrowed time!
Best wake up before we drown into the sublime