Fertile Soil (100 word edit)

*(for the 'Swamp Gods' Competition - 100 word edit)
 
History repeats
Dredged up from the mire behind our eyes
In faith of fingerprints left in the mud
below the deep waters of our wants
 
Each Savior a symbol  
of the need and hunger of the system we feed
A fallen tree reclaimed by soft earth
First Mother feeding her young to her young
As the vibrant colors of snakes come slithering our way
 
The vicious and opaque thoughts of these ignorant gods  
Taken back into the deep  
To where history repeats
Until each life has its chance to live and die
in service to the gods of the swamp