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Published: 2015-02-20 21:09:50 +0000 UTC; Views: 867; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Hears you the callings of the Sycamore?Or the whispers of the wind?
Findsie us in the trees and greens,
Where our spines bes wreath and vine,
Our fists bes bark and twine.
Heathens, they call us,
Men living in trees- WRONG!
No trees left to live in,
No forests left to nourish,
Concrete perverses soil- CRIME!
We bes the old ones, and the free ones!
We bes the the bloody, dirty, clever ones!
So do not trifle with us tricksies,
Or when night smothers light,
And darkness hides the foolsies' sight,
Manfools' fears we'll come to reap!
We'll dance and laugh in manflesh meat!
This bes a warning to you foolsies,
Stay inside.
Fear the night.
So dance my brothers, sing my sisters!
Revel in our trickster's blessing!
Besie he the fire, water, earth and air,
He bes the lively, and the hearty,
Bes our essence and our soul...
And when we fade, remember us.
Not as the hateful and deceitful,
But as the independent and the strong.
