Destructive pearls case upon the Earth,
Beads of death, no reason for mirth.
Anger is no solution, is it?
If progress is the ultimate goal,
Then beads hang on like a hungry troll.
Fear is no solution, is it?
Making headway against the Mother,
Nature will succomb, my brother.
Caution is no solution, is it?
Cataclysm is around the bend.
Now we must begin to mend.
Because time is no solution, is it?
Acid rain...it eats at our hearts,
And steals the flesh of the Mother's parts.
The solution is still an illusion, isn't it?
