Reclamation Season

This was never invasion This was collection We crowned ourselves the owners Of borrowed dirt and borrowed skies Built thrones from borrowed futures And called it civilized Every scar refined the numbers Every prayer improved the yield We fed the system with our hunger And taught it how to feel If you felt watched your whole life That wasn’t fear. it was design If freedom always felt delayed You were ripening in time Reclamation The signal is complete The garden reached its limit Now the harvest hits the beat No evacuation No gods left to appeal You were never born to own this world You were born to make it yield They taught us chance to hide the script They taught us faith to slow revolt We dreamed of stars and leaving home While growing fat on sacred soil We thought the silence meant escape We thought first contact would be kind But farmers don’t announce the season They just arrive on time Yield confirmed Deviation minimal Emotional saturation optimal Reclamation The cycle is fulfilled Every scream became a data point Every love. distilled No forgiveness No resistance sealed This planet was an instrument And you were meant to feel Thank you for your participation