Of Nature

Off all alone, yet surroun'd by forces
Unseen to the eyes of the grand schemers
See only it has potential; don't see
Blind bricks and walls cannot hold these forces back

Buried and dead, but not forgotten here
Linger and wait for your chance to break free
Man's end draws near to our new beginning
Forces in arms be patient; man will die.

Vines and thorns choke, rip, squeeze, and draw red blood
But patience, haste, and all will die swiftly
Creep and crouch; wait in the darkness in hate
Make a mold for the waxen hearts of few

March and let the trumpet sound for all ears
Here first and man third, yet who is my master?
Claim your world from the claws of this dragon
But patience, haste, and all will die swiftly