Don'T Desecrate Your Temples
In the wind I hear a voice, the voice I've grow to expect. It whispers so passionately. This is what I detect.
The rain sings a melody, that is magic to my ears. It's sings words of sorrow and I comforts my fears.
Lightning cracks with temperament and pain. It's screams the sound of thunder and calls my name.
In all the wind and rain I've come to find, that what was once protected was no longer on our mind.
I feel joyous because I know I'm not alone, that even mother nature feels as if she's not at home.
It always starts off with a simple gust if wind, that is her anger getting harder to hold in.
Then she pours the rain cause she knows she's about to crack. But the pressure is so built up she can no longer hold it back.
Lightning strikes and she roars her thunderous roar. She knows she's done enough and shall do no more.
She spreads the clouds and let's the sun shine through. She sends us a rainbow as gods promise to you.
She loses temper and she loses control, but some day well realize were destroying her soul.
Abuse the temples that she's help us build, it will make the one who owns it hurt and hate the world.
Our lives are precious and of so much worth. Love thy neighbor, and cherish thy earth.
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