Loveless

As we await

sister Sun's arrival,

child stars you'll listen

to my tale, please stay.

As it was told to me

by my sister afar.

Earth her name

and this, this is her story:

Sister Moon

hear me now,

I feel my end too soon, too soon!

My wounds

are deep,

gaping,

unhealing

Can't believe, refused to believe

my children had no feelings

for me.

See

them sealing a fate of early death and destruction,

watch my my foolish daughters and sons,

as they

kill me,

slowly

kill me,

quicker

kill me.

They've loved me as would an unfaithful lover,

part-time and half-assed,

Now unmasked

is their deceit.

No more sweet,

sneaky thrill seekings.

Tomorrow brings

nevers and nothings.

Ended days

for my world

and its unchanging ways.

Now,

apocalyptic truths

of revelations hasten our omega

my children's and mine.

Each time

my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and toys and

this is only the beginning

of my children's sinning.

My power is fading.

You suck, brother,

mother earth's now a plaything

for the ungrateful child,

so cold.

Ten billionfold,

my tears.

I long for the once adoring embrace of my children

their prayers, their care and

tenderness

has now turned loveless

The embrace

now an anaconda's grip

unmerciful and swift

swift with the killing.

Killing is a sport

Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for their main source.

They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain,

their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother sky's choked from oil

refinery factory smoke

Your mother earth found me, dying, note who's crying

now.

My power is fading.

You suck, brother,

mother earth's now a plaything

for the ungrateful child

so cold.

Ten billionfold,

my tears.

But I'll continue to spin,

until my curious home sapien

offspring pay the price for their sins

against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins

My sons are million-murderers.

They kill - I kill one million plus.

I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge.

It's the circle of life -

or at least,

it was.

But now it's the end.

No, no it's too late for repentance,

accept your death sentence.

I've given you all I can.

Such beauty and life

you'll never have again.

Now it's the end.

Now it's the end.

Now it's the end.

Now it's the end.