Inscribed in the palms of his hands
Fortified and secured in the highest
A soul wearied by lies and injustices
And prideful boasts' unceasing sneers
In pain and utter terror now watch
The wind blows, the flood sweeps
And the fire burns, and the wicked pray
To be raptured from their sins and filth
But mocked and prayers turned to curses
And from embittered hearts vile evil flows
Against each other in mutual annihilation
Thus cleansed and good inherits the Earth

Imagine if you will, the earth, our earth
     As a gigantic Savings and Loan
With vaults to be filled and loans to float
    
    And debts to be paid - or else!
All we require to breathe or feed 
    
     Is stored within its spherical shell.

Like it or not, we stash all our accounts
     At the solitary bank of all that is

And queue before the window each day
     To withdraw our daily sustenance.

But the drawers are not as full as before -
    
     Less water, less oil, less breathable air;
How we will keep our bros (or ourselves)
     When the shelves have so little to offer?



Hurricanes howl and wildfires crackle
     Just outside our windows.
      
     Do we flee, must we fight,
      
     Do we lose all, or perish?

What will we do when the Bank of Gaiea
     Shutters its doors forever?

Let us bow our heads
For an eternity of silence.

high above
the the trees,
i accept this
new timeline

take some soil; earth,
cover your town,
plant the seeds and
bury back into the earth

let your tears be
the rain
that fertilizes your dreams

It can be hard to love the world, and the endless tasks that seem to come
It can be hard to love the people, and to love those that are not enough
It can be hard to love the needy, and the protected and the past
It can be hard to love happiness when even that cannot last
These centuries that come and go and the world seems to fall apart
Over and over the wars continue, with one kingdom’s end comes another's start
This can make it hard to love the world, with all it’s stitches and it’s tears
It can be hard to love a broken glass when what they see is just the mirror
And the monster that’s beneath it, that is too hard to love too
It can be hard to see the pain when the population grows,
The success is seen when there are people on the street and babies born blue
And for that, the world is hard to love, because it is made up of lies, we know
That one day it’ll fall apart completely and we’ll have to make do with the scraps
It can be hard to love the world, but yet we do, what ever good comes we seem to catch
It can be hard to love the world, yet for every moment we hold the world
Rock mother earth in our arms until sleep comes to take the rest
It can be hard to love the world, but we must wait until the best
Learn to love ourselves, for that mirror cannot be fixed if we cannot dare look into it
It can be hard to love the world, and yet, this dark trail begins to be lit

Let's make the stars as our topic;

We all know they shine
Like small gems in night,
But do you know a surprise?
They are alone most of the time.

In our lenses they could fit
In between each parting lips,
Close enough for them to whisper
How Earth makes her creatures suffer.

Yet, zooming in there's only void;
Maddening—is that why flares are deployed?
To cry for another cry
Only to echo until the end of time.

The world needs fixing
That much is true
But we can still make it heal
Let's just start with glue

Split it down the middle
Spew the venom 'round the side
It's not perfect, but it'll function
Maybe we're all a little broken inside

Walk with me in this field of dust
Of smoke, and rocks, and metal rust
With paths paved out in parallel lines
One leads the way, the other sings a rhyme
As we place our steps, one after another
Stick side-by-side like baby otters
Everything is bearable when you are near
This world feels lighter with you, my dear
We’ll share laughter beneath the skies so wide
And trade old tales with the turning tide
Though the roads may be far and grand
Swear we'll be fine, as you're holding my hand