In The Image Of Man!

E Eric Cockrell Eric Cockrell
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ancient Greek legends, footprints carved in stone. and yes the fires of Stonehenge, and the medieval forests. wooden ships sailing on seas mapped by loss, even Atlantis, but a memory. Rome burned, fed by the bodies of pride. and men cut trees until there were none. a simple carpenter reclaimed love by cost... and bodhisattvas bore the suffering of many. men created god in the image of man. with war on his breath, the color drained from his face. destroyed the books and the temples of the sacred feminine... and so lost their hearts in the shells of their egos... feeding and gorging, and bartering souls. and the price of flesh became the way. they mined the earth, pumped oil from the sands, and defiled their oceans, until there were none. and Mother Earth wept, the wind hid her face. the womb closed, the air stunk of death. and the kingdoms of man, crumbled and fell... the gods of war, turned away! somewhere she waits, her breasts on fire... in the still darkness, conceiving the dawn... who will go? and who will remain? when the tides of time.... return?

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