An ode to the placid Isle— Earth.
A scourge upon the placid isle
Infecting all they touch and see,
With ignorance and self as guide
They decimate, with twisted pride
And lay waste to the land,
While time and tide remain allied,
Mankind shall remain damned.
A scourge upon the cursed isle
With greed and vanity to hand
When vilifying all but they,
Their kingdoms in the dust will lay
Without so much a fight,
And they that rise after demise
Will bask within the light.