This Perception of Importance

Let the rain fall on your skin,
A momentous moment,
When you let this world in,
And unleash restricted fury.
When you’re dancing in a storm
In a plight of forgiveness,
When two are forlorn;
In a bond of sacrifices.

And disaster will reach them.

You know you are no better
Than this mist, this air, this frost,
But you foresee that forever
Your battle will be lost.
Your battle that’s portrayed
As against the needed core,
When realistically it’s made
To show we don’t need anymore.

And disaster will reach them.

Think where they would be
Without all they have been given,
But they will never see
They’re entwined with other equals.
There is no other home,
No other beauty
No oasis,
Yet they destroy all that they have
For this perception of importance.

And disaster will reach them.

Of the prime and the dominant,
Supposedly intelligent,
Yet wiping themselves out.
A paradox of opposites?

So you stand alone yet strong,
Rain replenishing your skin,
Moonlight gleaming from a patient globe;
Understanding from within.

Disaster will reach them.

You know that your place here,
In a land so untouched,
Will be eternally more certain
Than with those who disrespect
The land that keeps them living;
Lets them love.
Lets them smile.
The land that’s slowly dying
Because they are in denial.

Disaster will reach them.

But you who never wandered,
And always knew where you stood,
Is standing in the starlight
Away from what they took.
The storm above is calming;
Your thoughts turn from
What they’ve done,
For your species is disarming:
No more a race towards the sun.

Disaster will destroy them
If this new world comes undone.

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