The world's ablaze
Filled with rage
Mother nature is to blame
Not your God who is supposed to save
Not your God whose hands create
It's mother nature, the one who gives
Mother nature, the one who shares
Mother nature, the one who loves
Not your God who turns his back, no
The God who cares more
About your "unholy" bedroom life
More about your uncharitable deeds
Than he does the state of peace
Blame it on our mother
Who gives us her breath so we may live
Who gives the fauna from her back so we may eat
Who is crying silent tears so we can drink in peace
Yet you praise God
For his Mercy
For his 'generosity'
While he steals all her credit
Our dying mother, mourning her broken body all alone
While we dance across her continent sized bruises
And blame her abuse on herself alone
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
The world's ablaze
Filled with rage
Mother nature is to blame
Not your God who is supposed to save
Not your God whose hands create
It's mother nature, the one who gives
Mother nature, the one who shares
Mother nature, the one who loves
Not your God who turns his back, no
The God who cares more
About your "unholy" bedroom life
More about your uncharitable deeds
Than he does the state of peace
Blame it on our mother
Who gives us her breath so we may live
Who gives the fauna from her back so we may eat
Who is crying silent tears so we can drink in peace
Yet you praise God
For his Mercy
For his 'generosity'
While he steals all her credit
Our dying mother, mourning her broken body all alone
While we dance across her continent sized bruises
And blame her abuse on herself alone
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