“Listen, You fire breathing dragon, With a furnace in your mouth and stardust in your marrow, You belong where you are, You’ve lived in the ancient deities and will continue to live in the rubble long after the last God is forgotten. All those times, You have found yourself wailing at the moon, Remember, Your bones are awakening to the pagan blood spilt in the name of new Gods. The wilderness calling is not madness, It is Mother Gaea, summoning you home.” WomenNatureAwakeningPaganMother Nature Author:Samrta Marks
“It started with the tongues on fanatics, A savage nation rose to a gory war. Carnivorously tearing off flesh, In the name of an avenging God Butchering; lambs, children, women and men. And tongues have silenced the war. Isn't that's how it's supposed to be? 'Silent', after a massacre? Except for the fowls, warblers and some distant violins?” WarSilenceViolins Author:Samrta Marks