We asked politely, we really did,
Sent emissary, tweaked up your lid.
Said time is coming, its close at hand.
Please lead God’s children, to promised land.
But still sell fire, still invoke war.
Still value silence, the devil’s whore.
Still burn your billions, still worship brand.
Still watch as violence, spreads through the land.
Fail heed the warning, what’s left to do?
Gaia unbalanced, all life’s askew.
Can’t go on longer, this deathly brew.
Must end destruction, bid you adieu.
The Great Awakening
Getting you started on the
right path back home