Ode to Mother Earth
This place we sit, This place we liveIs nearing death, by our blood soaked handsWe’ve drained our mother dry, left her emptyAs shell of what was, a memory of lifeThe Air is Decrepit, fowl and stalePolluted for years, by our negligent stupidityRain burns at the touch with Acid FireA Bi-Product of Technologies follyA time shall come when our mother will rebukeFuriously taking back what’s hers by rightShe’ll leave us with nothing, take it all backLeaving us in darkness, to stumble homeTo Beg Forgiveness upon deaf ears Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 10:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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"This place we sit, This place we liveIs nearing death, by our blood soaked handsWe’ve drained our mother dry, left her emptyAs shell of what was, a memory of lifeThe Air is Decrepit, fowl and stalePolluted for years, by our negligent stupidityRain burns at the touch with Acid FireA Bi-Product of Technologies follyA time shall come when our mother will rebukeFuriously taking back what’s hers by rightShe’ll leave us with nothing, take it all backLeaving us in darkness, to stumble homeTo Beg Forgiveness upon deaf ears..."