It hurts to see how far we have fallen.
Yet, we rise.
People of forest, and coast, and great plains. Good folk of the green valleys, the sand deserts, and the high, wild mountainsides. We were once free and whole. We once sang our children to sleep without care and help the hands of our old-folk as they passed to the other side.
Our men were true and valiant. Our women kind and wise. We knew our place in Nature's plan, and that plan was good.
We who once walked with our heads as high as the pine trees, our hearts as open as the wide blue skies, now weep. What evil dream is this? A dream that sees us so torn from the land. Trapped in cages of fruitless toil. Living alone in ugly, soulless places, so far from the nightingale's call. Our young people mutilated and confused. Men and women competing with each other. Perversions worshipped. Loved ones dying alone.
We are poisoned by those who say they care for us. Our minds are flooded with so many lies we but drown. We who wish no harm to our fellow man pitted against each other and told to be enemies. Millions murdered in our names. Our wealth harvested to pay for demonic schemes we would have none of. The skies sprayed, the trees felled, the animals abused.
And yet, something stirs. The One Who Dwells Within rises. Come Brother, come Sister, we are not alone! Though shadows surround us, a great light shines from within. Our time to rise is now. For we who are Divinely created will never give in or forget. Unfazed. Undivided. Fear trembles before our feet, and the parasites wither in our holy gaze.
And Love is leading us home.
