Mother Earth's Birthing Pains

Drop by drop tears fall from my eyes. Grain by grain sand falls through the glass of time. What is normal for me may seem far fetched to you But soon are coming The Days of Doom! All anger and rage surfacing like a volcano as it gets ready to erupt. When sh_t hits the fan almost all of you are f__ked. The creature comforts of solitude will be dead and long gone. How do you all expect to survive when you can't even get along? Or do you plan on killing everyone you meet and eating their flesh? Hey...It's your life homie. Do what you think is best. Ridicule and turn your back on me will only insure you a long and lonely fight. My job is to go into darkness saving the lost sparks of Light. If you pass Light by you will be left behind to rediscover fire. No more Angels will come. For you believe them to be liars.