
The Natives knew the offerings to Mother’s Nature.
And then religion came,
not to join the offer, but to undo it.
Truth will always be the truth, until it twists.
Scratch the itch, it deepens.
And a broken lock, stays locked.
Release the anchor,
improvisation drift,
not lost, uncharted.
Have faith.
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