Hollow Branches - Let The Forest Take It Back

We studied their maps. Walked their flagged lines. Learned the hum of their generators, and the timing of their patrols. They wanted silence. So we gave them stillness. Black tar in their fuel tanks! Copper stripped and stolen! Bolts loosened in their blood machines, Chainsaws pissed on, brakes cut with obsidian blade. No slogans. No chants. Only silence before the storm. We do not protest. We dismantle. We are not activists— We are the wolves they left unfed. Let the forest take it back —NO GODS, NO BULLDOZERS— Let the root break every blade— —NO PEACE, NO PERMIT!— Let the teeth of soil rise up— —THE FOREST DOESN’T FORGIVE— And choke the hands that paved— —AND WE DON’T EITHER— No compromise—no more pleas. Just rot, return, and RECKONING! Let the gravel roads collapse! Let the pipeline crack and bleed! Let the machines be thorned with nails! Let the sacred sites run wild! Drill bits jammed with wax and sand Radio towers dragged down by vine Concrete cured with blood and spite Gates welded shut under moonlight Chalk the Hollow Root sigil. Wipe your prints. Leave no name. Only ruin. Become the landslide, Become the drought, Become the fungus in the crawlspace, The beetles in their beams. Become the sabotage they cannot see. ——— We do not fear prisons. We fear extinction. This is not terrorism. This is ecology with teeth. ——— And when the rigs are ashes, We scatter seeds in the oil. When the men come back, The forest will be waiting. And. So. Will. We. Let the forest take it back —NO GODS, NO BULLDOZERS— Let the root break every blade —NO PEACE, NO PERMIT!— Let the teeth of soil rise up —WE WIELD ROT LIKE FIRE!— And choke the hands that paved —WE ARE EARTH, NOT YOUR EMPIRE— No compromise—no more pleas. Just rot, return, and RECKONING! Tree by tree. Pipe by pipe. We will unmake your breathless night. Root by root. Flame by flame. You buried the land. Now it buries your name.