Incendere - The Man-Eating Tree

A strange generation-now at watch

By the rain of fire

Decommissioned-from the drag of days

From mirth to grave

Like seed you would cast the hope i always

Wanted to know;

To reach inside for its heart-to bring it

Back in these hands

I prayed and kneeled by the image

Made of silver, light and time

I lit and burned my incense

But the altar was so wrong

To this day i cannot live with those

Ricochets from silence