A narrative of power, woven in words that bite
Existence invites an asylum, madness wrought
Asked sarcastically if I need anything, I smile
I know they'd not provide water but a drought
Earth is a great collection of beauty and power
Yet it also collects victims of our various flaws
Victims of greed, hate, hunger and a madness
As ultimately we lose our way, without cause
And we will languish inside the insane stress
Unable to escape our own damned self hate
And many other kinds of the same mess
