You come in ravaging fashion 
To wreck havoc, to cause destruction 
Like a mighty army laying siege 
On a small, helpless nation 

Your winds cast a roaring call 
Like war hounds howling at the door 
With the formidable force 
Of a battering ram that keeps pounding the walls 

Your bring in rain like there’s no tomorrow 
Falling down upon us like slings and arrows 
And you shower us not with blessings 
But with bitter sorrow 

Tell me how we did incur your wrath 
So that we can make amends 
Until you do, spare us please 
Don’t let us meet our bitter end

Gaia, eternal and loving mother
Her wealth and beauty she readily bestows
She takes care of all that’s around her
Everything she touches grows

She suckled man in her nurturing *******
And cradled him in her ***** for years
She provides him with his every need
And bathes him in her shower of tears

But man turned out to be ungrateful
He grows more and more unsatisfied
He sees the mother not as a giver
But an object of his selfish desires

He abominably thinks of himself her master
And craves and lusts upon all that she has
So he rushed unto her to **** and to plunder
Stripped and bared, he left her aghast

“What have you done despicable brute?
You only brought ruin to yourself!”
Her wailing cries are not mute;
It is man who is willingly deaf

Gaia is just and a generous giver but
She has her ways of avenging herself
So she called upon forces to her aid
And brought forth man’s destruction and death