A ******! A ******! Murderers all, including that of myself! A ****** of nature, a ****** through torture!
Burning the poison it supplies us, cutting her fingers, breaking her bones and stealing the marrow.
Stealing her tears and passing scars of permanence.
Scars of war and scars of death.
Killing her children and setting a pyre in her garden.
Till we break her mind so much as to inflict wounds on herself to fix us.
Her screams, shaking the ground we stand.
Her tears, flooding our minds and town.
Her blood, burning as to keep us away.
Her breaths, growing ragged, she breathes to blow us away, yet we continue.
While we lay, while we stay, while she prays.
Angels of death, trying to stop us, but alas, we build.
Build with her bones, build with her tears, build with her blood, build with her very marrow.
We break to build, build to break, break to build, and the cycle repeats of her very will breaking before us.