The ash of our brothers is tainted with rust
That arises from our endless greed, envy, and lust
The hands we join feel so big and strong
In reality, though, they're hollow and wrong

The greed is assembled from a grave misconception
The eyes are the body's main guide to perception
We don't think about what's considered good or bad
Instead, we choose only what makes us feel glad

Envy is a bubbling substance beneath the skin
That turns us green and against our kin
If someone's happiness can tarnish another's pleasure
Then we see ourselves as unable to measure

Lust is the third and most confounding blunder
It wrecks our hearts and tears iron bonds asunder
Thus, without those connections we lose our heads
And leave our paths broken, our innocence dead

The Earth is a ship, our guide to repetitive living
It revolves for us, so thankful and forgiving
Within its dips and rises we strive everyday
Allowing its kindness to brush all our worries away

But what we offer in return is no more than unfair
One would think that we didn't even care
For a world that should be cherished--glorified as awesome
We have left it broken, a lonely, saddened flotsam