The Rocks are silent.

The trees sway not but an inch.

The wind is still

And the ocean has a single nonexistent ripple across its face.

What causes our Mother to stand still?

Behold, them.

They who tear out our Mother’s skin

Leaving nothing in their trace.

They who bury deep into Her breast

And rip Her insides from her body

All in futile names like “Progress” and “Advancement”.

But we, Brothers and Sisters, Children of Gaia,

Have seen this kind before,

Haven’t we?

We know what is to come.

They rise, they “advance”, then they fall.

This is what will happen to these creatures,

But with one slight change;

There will not be another rise.

This, Brothers and Sisters, we swear.