DISCONNECTED...

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just different

The White-Rain fell, signalling the Time of Death
Blanketing the land with its bone-chilling blood
The Great Mother calls her fruits back to the Earth
For secret lessons on how to read the Moon, tracing the Stars for ReBirth
During these Dark-Times
We huddle together for warmth, bonding as a unit in closer love
For her love has gone to the Other-side for now...
Feeling cold, I shiver...
Wondering if she'll return bearing the same gifts
Singing the same songs, with vibrant colors, and all the savory flavors
ReViews...I remember from ages young...
Or  maybe she will stay away, for we have strayed so far from her Laws
Rules guiding us on how to keep her House in Order
Maintaining the Sacred Balance
By adding & subtracting just the Right-Amount of Measures
Ingredients Necessary to Keep Us In Harmony With The Universe
She'd reward us with warm hugs, and hot kisses from light-sand to deep-soil
Softly stroking our skins, sending gentle chills of comfort & nourishment
But when irritated she screams and shouts obscenities
Throwing trees, shaking mountains, spewing her hot menstral blood
Then devouring those finding comfort in The Ways of Destruction...
But I fear she has fallen ill now
Mothers Temperature is very unstable
Her Altered-Moods swoon...swaying to a Strange Tune
Her Unseen-Movements Manifest in Dis-ease
Tears constantly fall, sometimes vomitting icey-rocks
Her pain is great, I hear the rumbling in her womb
Then her water breaks, pouring out abortions of unnatural wretchedness
They think not like the brothers & sisters nursed from the same milk
For they feed on the blood of our family
Seducing them to Thirst as they do
I no longer trust them
They have sliced their tethers
Unlinking themselves from Our Mothers loving whispers
Whispers growing lower, and lower
I must close my eyes, and pray deeply in order to feel her
She told me...Son Be Strong...
Father Must Discipline Now
All those who resist correction, will choose destruction
Sealing their Souls forever in vessels of self-containment
Alone in Torment, Haunted by Darkness, Void of Our Light
Father can be Unreasonable in his Anger
For He Is Absolute...I Am Mutable
My Wisdom IS Forever
His Knowledge WILL Make You Understand
Or Suffer the Wrath of My Help-Mate
Our Roles Have No Confusion
And now...I am lost
Sullen, with multiple depressions
Cancers and Tumors grow, spewing puss
Leaving my flesh dry & full of scabs
My womb is filled with empty bastards
Artificial implants who even now as embryos, call me Whore...
Father Is Very Very Angry
I Can Help No More...
Re-Member...How I Love You