

CROWSCROWS Crows call on the early dawn. I love the sound, as it sends my mind soaring among the green tree tops, searching for my lost soul. I search for a hiding place, a place of safety, from the relentless pursuits of the righteous know-it-alls. What hope does one have against the supposed superiority of those who would smother my individuality? Am I a servant, or slave, to the whims of the dominant force? Or do I forge a new beginning for myself, forever challenging this force, so that my true purpose can be realised? Drawn into the shadows to complete my destiny I see creative circles swirl to bringCROWS


STORMSTORM. Gum trees loom in the darkness. Thunder rumbles like the noises in my head. Lightning flickers, lighting up the sky, as my eyes open wide. Gross shadows are illuminated by the heavenly flashes through the darkening clouds. Rain slashes the air like the tears I cry for all the changes forced upon me by the sightless fools, who follow like sheep, as they mimic the whims of The Over-Lords, whose will is not to be questioned. Are they so right? Or are they wrong in their destruction of individualism? Can I survive the suffocating demands of uncivilized and undisciplined vultures, wSTORM


TRUTHTRUTH. Wings flap in the darkness that surrounds us. Constant sounds echo through the mists of the mind, sending messages of The Dark Ones who beat the pagan drum. What truth lies in the light that is not the reverse of the dark? Those who pretend to be righteous, thrust the knife deep into the conflicted souls of the true believers of wisdom and truth. No gold and silver adornments. No need for Lords and Masters to enforce forever the fist of power over the sacred feminine, whose beliefs shall endure for all time, out lasting the tyrants of male dominance and tyranny. No buildings need toTRUTH
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