Hollow Branches - Monoliths In The Horizon

The best advertisement A billboard can advertise Is written in smoldering ashes Monoliths of falsehood, nailed to sky, Rotting eyesores on the wild’s breath— Your gods are brands, Your heaven a roadside glow. We come cloaked in soil, Carrying the teeth of old trees. Steel bones in sacred fields, Billboards spitting noise into crow-song silence. We unwrite your slogans With smoke and saw-blade shrieks. Each bolt undone is a hymn to the moss. Burn the towers, split the lies Let the vista breathe again No gods but roots, no creeds but lichen We are the shadow beneath your scaffold We fell what blocks the horizon! Nightfall, and the posts groan— Chainsaw chorus in the hush of pines. We dance on cinders, Ashes whispering freedom To the mountains once gagged by glare. Burn the towers, split the lies Let the vista breathe again No gods but roots, no creeds but lichen We are the shadow beneath your scaffold We fell what blocks the horizon! Let no billboard stand between us and the storm. We are not vandals— we are gardeners Removing weeds from the sky. Burn the towers, split the lies Bring them down!