Turned deaf to her cries, despite how loud Omens set far and wide: the ill symptoms of decay Replete greed sealed our fate and deplete fountains that source our needs Life we know is now a memory And the Earth treks on without a tear With broad strokes of color, man's last portrait is painted Gardens once bore fruit, lavish no more Trees have fallen, sun burns us all Rivers run poisoned with waste of our kin All that has come, done from within Wreaked havoc on her, left vacant her walls On each wall our deeds are left scrawled There's only hunger, we've destroyed ourselves Man's last testament is writ in blood Life we know is now a memory And the Earth treks on without a tear With broad strokes of color, man's last portrait is painted Memory: all we have as our pillars fall Envy now from home and heart All those cut off by snow, sand, or sea For they're the ones who stand the best chance of all man Only voices out of the air can reach them Rows of fallen pillars leave us with only memories Memories of when we stood as the pride of all creation Rows of fallen pillars leave us with only memories Memories of finer hours victims of our voracity The path we espoused has all been for naught Yearn for the past tides now defunct No heed to the signs that pointed to graves The throes of pain are verity Too late to lament, too late for amends Blood of nature's sorrow flows on There's only d**h, we've destroyed ourselves Man's last portrait's been painted color