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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 vibrating pockets of quanta

Awakening ancestral memory

 

I hear them coming

They are getting closer every day.

 

 

 

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