Injustice of man

The beast within us all

I am just a witch passing by....a pagan at heart celebrating the green man on high.
Grandmother spider has a lot to weave...her dream catchers where spiders weep for the loss of a fly...to gobble and keep their souls to die.
The native American Indians on their soil battled and toiled against the white man who came to claim the gold, so cold.
Native man lost his land and was sent from the mother land into their land locked prisons.
And then their were the missions white man did cross - from land to sea to claim the black man to set him free...OR SO THEY THOUGHT they were off to the promise land... but buggered and beat in the heat of that swirly ship deep in the belly the chains and stocks they did sweat rowing that death ship over the ocean...missionaries sodomising and swearing like pigs f*****g, and moaning and sodomising the women.
F**k you white man and all you perceive. It would be better if we were all nuked so that nature could start over once again...to take us back to a simpler world where intelligent people the keys they do hold
Unlock the past and start simply over and then our souls will begin to rover. And we will lie in the clover and dream a good dream.