Flowers grow through skulls left behind from long-deceased peoples.

The towering giant of yesterday

now lies dead within the dirt, wretched and botched creature that it was, now only sustenance for the
green things it loved to mercilessly cut down. Bone dust grows the trees that burst through the ruins of
spiritual and physical decay crafted by a lousy, bipedal mishap. Up and above the fossils of Homo
Sapiens, bloom the signs of a spring that has come once again. Marrow feeds the new kingdom of flora
that shall once again restore color and beauty to the face of the planet, allowing this wondrous home to
no longer be barren and deserted. All the thanks to the sacrifice given, if unwillingly, and maybe even
unknowingly, so long ago, by that cosmic mishap.

Nations now bear fruit that was once thought to be extinct. Without boundaries, without the limits
imposed by Homo Sapiens, without the constant breeding for the mere purpose of worthless, soulless,
disgusting hedonism, gorging their overweight bodies on laboratory creations for the sake of endless
indulgence. Quite hilarious, for Nature got the last laugh. All of these wonderful treasures are open to all
other creatures who are so inclined, except the one that, thanks to their incessant revolt, tasted the
consequences of their insatiable murder and vivisection.

Tinged with red are the innards of bark, grass, shrubs, leaves, the fertile soil, flowers, stems, and such
anatomical parts of the rooted kin. Stained crimson from inside are these plant friends, nourished on the
most forbidden of drinks. Which thus makes it the strongest, the most powerful, of elixirs to partake of.
In the ashes of the hominid empire, they stand proud and tall. From the smallest, most minute blade of
grass, to the tallest, proudest, sturdiest conifer, all were watered on the life-giving liquid of that rotten,
corrupt species that was deemed to be, by a most ignorant specimen, the pinnacle of biological
evolution. If that were true, then why did they, while the inferiors are continuously grown on their
remains? Cadavers served their purposes as fertilizer, and are remembered no longer. At best, a mere
blink in the eyes of history and time. For it was born fast, and it died fast. Better off, all is, without the
silhouette, the dingy form, lurking in every corner, of every acre. Those who may’ve come into contact
with them, who may’ve known what they were, and what they looked like, are long gone. Not that there
was anything worth knowing. Best left to be forgotten.

So ironic, isn’t it? Before, all of this, this artistic creation of a mind incomprehensible, with each of its
occupants inhabiting unique points in time and space, unlike any others, each with wills of their own,
and no will exactly identical to any other, striving with, rather than against, as it was meant to be,
simply…Being…because that is the way of the soul, the heart, and not the mind, was simply seen as
auxiliary material. Condemned to be fed to the beasts. Leviathans. Was there multiple? Or just one
hulking, homeless abomination? Hmm, maybe it shall never be known. Perhaps it is best left that way.

Oh, how the tables hath turned. Now it is these destroyers of life, who made war upon it, day in and day
out, except for those few, those precious, largely unacknowledged, heroic few (t’is always but a few,
isn’t it?), who did their best to go back to the ways of the Mother, knowing, even if just a little bit, with
either faint or large inklings, that this was the way to Truth, these things called “people” are now
“standing reserve”. For eternity. Plant feed, for the splendid garden, which houses and also gives
nutrients to many of the slowly returning fauna that was nearly rendered extinct, who also provide
meals for many of the other fauna, who are not given to consuming that which sprouts from the ground.

Sadly, very sadly, those courageous few, they were condemned, killed, ridiculed, shunned, banished,
tormented, threatened, slandered, and eventually purged from the memory of the whole, dismissed as
crazy, decadent, degenerate, corrupt, idolatrous, kooky, inane. But, nay, it was that stupid majority, that
bafflingly braindead mass, the overconfident and over-praised all too human, congregating into
numbers deemed “many-too-many”, that was…hopelessly, and miserably, lacking in any intelligence, or
spirit.

In the dirt, flesh has dissolved into it. Human meat became a part of the dirt, laced with the earthy,
brown skin of the dear planet. Probably the only useful thing it could’ve ever done. As humanity was
composted, the garden of Eden, which was once pure and undisturbed, began to grow back again, into
its thriving state. No longer under the threat of constant siege. Hacked and chopped away by whirring
blades and trampled by vomiting, belching, motorized monstrosities? Never again. Able to grow as big
and strong as Nature will allow. Interfered with by the arbitrary and destructive accident that was
Adam’s clay-born sons, they no longer are.

Over by the distant horizon, with great mountains in the background, standing peacefully in the vast
field, which leads into a great, dense forest, are two figures. Male, and female. Each bearing tall scythes,
resting upon their shoulders, hands firmly grasped on their handles (fashioned out of blackthorn). Their
free hands held together, fingers laced. Looking off into the direction of the ever present sun.

The Green Man, and the Mistress Of Blood. Heads adorned by crowns of poisonous thorns. Eyes as black
as coal, with otherworldly, acausal blood flowing in their veins. Born from the domain of dark,
unknowable gods, who were abandoned by that hairless ape for their demiurges, their tulpas,
abstractions and ideations with no basis in actuality or meaning of any sort.

Standing side by side, as blood drips evermore from the tips of the scythes. And behind them, always, do
miracles of foliage and vegetation flourish, which leads to all else flourishing as well.

Here on out, ahalt the Earth be regarded as a cheap whore?

Asketh the Green Man and Mistress Of Earth,

Bringers of both death and rebirth.

With smiles on their faces, both shall say, “nevermore”.