Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear. We belong to the circle life of all creation. We crawl, deny ourselves, refuse this evidence. That we project our greatest fears on death and forget our power.
Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass. All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out. I went through this cycle of pain deep in myself.
Serpent of light, movement of the soul. Crawling stately along the spine. Mighty phoenix from the ashes arises. Firebird cycle, life, regenerate the cell.
Reflecting ourselves in the blood of all the beings we slay. Misunderstand each other, out of control we remain. There is a mystery, we're facing a sight to behold.