Vile little creations
With two faces and forked tongues
Squirm to life in the bogs of cities
Fevered and frantic for taking lives
Hunger which consumes every living thing
Dirty scavengers of the earth
Filling their dead with poisons
And keeping them fresh deep in the her soil
Carcasses leaking fluids into her heart
She cries out in pain as her lungs begin to fill
These evil creations poisoning her beauty
Taking lives and giving her the remains
Cowardly creations without a conscious
All wrapped up in their own needs and wants
Unable to think of the damage being done
She heaves and writhes unable to take in breath
Her blood is clotting......too thick for the journey
Quaking and shaking unable to stop, turning mountains to ash
She cries her tears that will flood this earth
And carries these creations out to her seas
To do with what she will or they will never let her be
Spitting out their corpses once buried in her  arms
Trying to protect herself from anymore harm
Look around vile creations and see what you have done
Mother Earth is pissed...... and your time has come