Mother Earth

Shoulders back, chest out, eyes sharp, sniff the wind

Smell the anger, the hunger of the beast within

No second chance, no after thought, no guilt for her deeds

Just lust for the souls that fertilize her seed

Cry Mercy! Cry Help!  Get angry and swear!

You'll hear her whisper, "It's not my job to care"

You're her partner, her ally, the sword that she wields

The child that she loves, the enemy she'll kill

She is strengthened by life, yet a comfort to death

She'll draw you inside as you take your last breath

And out of her womb will come a new birth

To suffer the wrath of the great Mother Earth