HELP. Please help. You walk past step over me and ignore our pain as she tries to soothe my soon to be loss.
And I hear you calling back to the goddess before your time.
And I hear you calling but I call to your soul for you are my souls nature and creator and I hear you calling the end I beg you to stay but you wont listen to my call.
And I hear you calling.
Help.
Please Help.
But no one will come and my soul slowly dies with her and I cry,
Please someone HELP because I hear her calling.
I hear the clock tolling and I start to understand If she goes We too shall be going. He and I and She.
I am young and she is too I want us all to stay for our spirits deserves some ecstasy.
But still I hear my calling. My calling for help, for compassion, for tenderness, for true love.
She is mother to everything and you will let her die. As you let everything of the Earth die. And I shall cry and soon you shall hear my calling.
For He and I and She shall no longer give light to this universe and shall no longer be.
Soon you shall cry and say , “I can not hear you calling.”
But we shall be gone. Rejoice.
