And the lady in the harbor said
I raise my skirt, reveal the plate
Lost out in my ocean voyage.
.....and we will whip them like the chaff from the wheat
And scatter the hulls which their souls did keep
Everywhere upon the wind
With no place to root or cling
We'll return them whence they came
For dirt they are and dirt will remain
For all the glory and the power
Of this Earth we claim as ours.
Then the sky cracked lightning
The thunder spoke
"The dirt will cast off your wicked yoke
No more to absorb the blood you spill
For your power and your greed
The chaff will swirl as a tempest strong
And tear your inner land apart
You have gone against my word
For each the least of these you've wronged
The Earth will rise as like a pit
And swallow you, whore, who on all waters sits.
Regine.
