Earthen one,
How do you bear?
Under the weight of man’s constructs,
Towers raised from Earthen flesh.
Invading the sky,
But built upon wind.
Earthen sons,
Why worship the sky?
Feel old soil beneath you,
thriving with life,
ancient monolith
Far vaster than thee.
Do you see how you...
consume all you find?
Feel your cold monuments, the dead stone,
Wrought from the Earthen flesh.
Invading the sky,
Crafting ruin in every realm.
Until you must
escape each host
you fare unto death.
When you have perished
The roots will return,
And tear those constructs asunder.
Let broken towers serve as a warning.
Yearn for the sky no more.
Your realm is the Earth,
And to Earth all things return,
In great silence.
Let them be naught but tombstones,
Left to fade in the great silence.