O Father, why have you beaten Mother away
The lands are dry, and your children crawl
whipped by your words
that direct no man but broken backs
O Father, your great hand has nothing to guide
no sunlight reflected, and no sunflowers dancing to you
for the rivers of Mother run dry
she has sunk down in to the earth
her cracked heart exposed to you
O Father, let us bleed once again
sing once again
and dance to our heart gone hoarse
let us bite into the red apple
feed us not of the phantom golden,
its hungry pursuits
O Father, loosen your reigns
I see not, why you have tightened your hold
that have dug deep grooves even in your
once warm hand
MindWraith 
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