Temple In Landscape
Phantomic land of pro-creator
Entrance beveiled of dark
This rusty wood of nothingness
Placed mask upon my past
Dusty ways of forgotten tongue
Remembrances fulfill my lungs
Collision of future and the past
Shrine for all moments to last
Here is the temple of gutted lies
Here is where poison sears, dies
Here to put astray all blames
To watch the world wither
To watch it fade away
Foliage answers to touch of feet
Now wind is wiser, sanctity of trees
Their crowns still whisper
With voices of their own
They too have memories
They keep for so long
Thoughts are flying with the wind
Sometimes falling with the rain
From the Earth the same we're grown
The same spirit streams through all