Pestilence, War, Famine and Death Why do you wrought our land? Bringing Destruction, Death and Disease And you think it with ease
You destroy our lives with plague and our own minds Bringing WMDs into our train of thought So we turn on ourselves, over pieces of the ground The angels watch us and think
“Silly monkey, brought into generic trickery Of your own capable, yet incapable minds” They are right, we brought it on our selves Pestilence, War, Famine and Death
I know now not to blame you for our benevolence Only possibly...