As the embers rise from magmatic tides
The life we lived, loved in lusted lips
As we slid our pride between her fertile hips
We birthed the ******* of our own demise,
Now we can’t see beyond the tears from
It’s acidic eyes!

What have we done?
What have we done?

Oh father on high
Do you even hear us whimper?
The days grow short as the fires grow higher
Burning to find salvation,
Congregate the ground and let me dance within the sea of flames
Burden us no longer with misery,
Ascend us on high leave us not behind!

O father, what have we done?
What have we done?

Dark as black could ever be
Caught in a lungful plead to bury me
A thought dithers, as the light withers
Flesh flayed to the roasting pits
As the echoes linger,

She reaches from her core
To engorge on all the parasitic hosts
That rot her, treated her essence like a *****
We spoke of natural beauty,
As we ripped the limbs of her trees.
We spoke of natural beauty,
Piling high our heaps of **** —
Suffocating her shores.

The sky went black,
His voice struck,
Percussion in unison,
Opened wide the gates,
As unclean ones came,
Carry off the weak,
Carrion feasts from open graves,
This forsaken place,
God has left this waste
Weld shut the gates!

O father,
What have we done?
What have we done?
Oblivion!