Awake! Awake!
Oh the twilight shall flee -
Awaken your hearts to this melody!
Sing! Oh, sing! - Sick.
Oh, the ill habits of man -
They herd their way like sheep around their faulty master plan!
Look! The earth engulfed in flames!
Volcanoes diffuse their wrath -
But all with good intention;
and you dirty, rotten, specimens shall burn in good extension!
Oh, the earth that treads so lightly -
(but plays so seemingly ill)
will stab daggers in your conscience,
and go straight in for the kill.
Nikki Satira
