Of Earth and Flesh, the Silent Ones (Atmospheric Black Metal)

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Beneath the sun in fields of clay,
The silent pigs in shadow lay,
With eyes that know the soil’s weight,
They root and wander, contemplate.
Their world is mud, their breath is earth,
Yet in their stillness lies great worth,
No golden crowns, no sacred role,
Just flesh and bone, a humble soul.
They feel the dawn, they taste the rain,
Unburdened by the weight of pain,
In muck they find their place to be,
A life as pure as it is free.
And what of us, who build and break,
Who toil for truths we cannot take?
Do pigs not know a truer way,
To live, to breathe, to end the day?
In their soft grunts, a wisdom hides,
Beyond the noise of human prides.
Perhaps to wallow is to see-
That in the dirt, we too are free.
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