Sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil.
Fertilize our mother Earth,
our crutch since our birth.
The birth of man began the end,
for man and Mother Nature are not friends.
Modern day industry saturates our minds,
with pretty toys and fancy cars alike.
We feed into the killers, as Mother Nature dies,
our bodies and our minds, both industrialized.
That's why I plea,
for the sake of you and me,
sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil,
and save us all.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil.
Fertilize our mother Earth,
our crutch since our birth.
The birth of man began the end,
for man and Mother Nature are not friends.
Modern day industry saturates our minds,
with pretty toys and fancy cars alike.
We feed into the killers, as Mother Nature dies,
our bodies and our minds, both industrialized.
That's why I plea,
for the sake of you and me,
sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil,
and save us all.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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