A Catapillers End

[Odin]

If a catapiller could speak, and then he builds his own tomb, would he call it the end of his world, for he surely must die, to give way to the learned butterfly who would then go on to master the skyies.

These ends, and then begings, are nothing new to human kind, we seem to dance in the fire of all things new, towards the light that shines on through, but this fight we face, the coming storm, will rip through me and you, and the powers that be, must keep this secret from all but a few.

I think its time to build our sacred cocoons, to give us safe passage, into a brave new world never seen before by the likes of me and you, I feel it will be hard, a world where north is now south, the skies may dance with greens and blues, and food will be scarce but that's up to you, we owe it to our forefarthers, for there lines not to come to an end, in this time that was plenty even though our masters new it was empty!