The Rape Of Mother Earth

Black runs the blood of the earth, resources bled, turning fortunes, futures fed.

“Gouge her deeper!” The workmen cry, “barrels running dry”, into her flesh deeper they pry.

Born of the earth, a feudal embrace, she created her ailment, the human race.

Like vampirus children we suck her veins, slow and persistent till nothing remains.

Short is the cog on the wheel of time, near is the day when the clock will chime.

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