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Mother Earth

The world we tread on,
and the songs we sing,
are not for the faint hearted.
Months elapse,
as we hold Mother Earth ransom,
besieging her and demanding her,
to release the precious secrets,
hidden in the labyrinths of her womb.

The ground we sleep on,
and the dreams that guide us,
are not for the faint hearted.
they drive us deep,
into the deepest and most desperate depths,
shallow and treacherous.
and the earth always unyielding and threatening.
My brothers in arms are crushed and claimed,
by the protesting Mother Earth.
Yet, as long as we still believe,
life is in her womb,
down to her we will always return.
Some she claims,
some are given one more chance,
to smell the fresh air of life.

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