The soulessness of our modern world and religions
is shown by the evil disregard for the forests and the land
“Look at the glory the Lord hath made”
Look at what the glory of man hath destroyed
What has made and shaped our souls
Created our consciousness
We have cut off at the base
How can we, it’s fruit, not wither and rot?
How can we then be so blind as to be mortally surprised and chagrined?
Wondering how it came to be?
For the coup de grace,
We desperately slice and cut other vines and roots
To Save our fall to destruction
In hopes of securing our salvation
Securing instead our spiritual and physical damnation