I feel stomping inside my Sacrum Strong thunders coming from far horizons Distant drums Hypnotizing rhythms Banging deep at the bottom of my spine Gods and Goddesses rising from the depth of cracking bones Demanding my attention Anacondas slithering their ways across the jungle Hissing forgotten mantras Coming from the darkness Tired of injustice Long gone warriors Marching to reclaim their rightful territories Pushing their way through infinite stories Stored within vibratin