كلمات Salvation Rite

The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit This plain which every second Is less worth the fight of saving I wonder if the animals know something's wrong At least the ones we haven't enslaved I wonder if the animals know something's wrong Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories Some beautifully written lore A tragically useless explanation Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal The start of the insurrection The inevitable hurtling chaos The slowly dawning realisation Of the ardour that faces us Liminal The absurdity, the terror The reluctant understanding The actions we must make Would be deliverance and cessation