The Purity's of the Artic
The flow of the lakes
Connected we are as man
To live here in dismay
To take advantage of gifts
Greed and neglect
Take from her
No need to reflect
Her love is fading
For we give none
So shall her
When our time has come
She has awoken
Alive and searching
Unsoundly words spoken
To curse us for what is broken
To sin on it's soil
burning all that is around
Its revenge has been found
To put a man into the ground
Pumping blood back into the world
That we have stole!
Feeding off man
We've taken our toll
Planet that makes man
Planet that takes man
To clear the slate
To start to make
Us! ! ! The mistake! ! !
Accidents at birth
Purely evil
Made from!
The earth! !
Evil incarnated she is
Makes us to break us
Just to play
Rivers
The veins of the earth
Feed and replenish them
Through pain and hurt
Rapture
Collapse of creation
The demise of all nations
The end pulls all life near
All matter, all forms of life
Gripped by one eternal fear
Heart of Earth bleeding out
It's beat slowed by the drought
Losing the soul that births new love
Drifting far away
Into the vastness above
Veiled by the rapture
Cloaked in the dark
Who can they trust?
Soon to be all bone and rust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem