The Murder of Mother Earth  
Death, death, death, why... oh why is this the fate we have chosen. To kill our mother what a shame of us what a shame; I cannot look at our reflection any longer. When our ugly hearts are all, I see. If we think of life as a gift, why do we murder whom gave us just that. Death of humanity is too slow to keep her alive to say if we all dropped dead her greatest gift that would be; she would heal and rise to be greater than ever before us, us her children MUST do better for without her we’d have no home for she cries as we burn the last living light out of her. Is that not our sign to do anything if not everything … for if we do nothing is that not her doom but our hell.