You really think you've beaten me?
You really think you've won?
You decided to just crucify me,
As you had God's supposed son.
You thought you'd gotten rid of me?
You thought you'd set yourselves free?
You thought you'd really gotten to me but,
I am tranquil, tranquil as a tree.
I am great like the canopy,
Strong, immense, tall, and thick.
But you are an iota of nothing,
You've lost you natural beauty,
You are lower than that of a stick.
I'll open my mouth to scream at you,
With the force of a thousand winds,
Stomp, stomp, and kick things down,
I could shake the earth even.
I'll drown you in an ocean,
To the deep dark waters below,
IT"S YOUR FAULT. IT'S YOUR FAULT. IT'S YOUR FAULT.
The way you've made mother's tears flow.
I am hot, and I am angry,
I have begun to start changing form.
About to have a meltdown you see,
After that, then come the storm.
I'm going to strike you down like lightning,
There is no escaping me,
Than I'll give a thunderous roar,
All the while, I am tranquil, tranquil as a tree.
You've forgotten one big thing my friend,
One truth, lost among your corrupted kin,
The truth I'm about to tell you is,
Nature. Always. Wins.