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I return at last
From my day of rest
To collect the fruit
Of my creation
But instead I stand
On desecrated lands
Orchards burned to ash
My fortune turned to pillars of sand

In my garden
Once was paradise
Now there's nothing left
But a barren waste
It has fallen sick
Infected by a plague
A task which took me six
Has been undone in just one day

There they spend their lives
Wallowing in shame
Drowning from their sorrows
For tomorrow's refrain
Trapped in a sickening cycle
Sworn to misery's way
Shall I show them mercy
And bring them closer to the end

I reveal myself
On this judgement day
Bow before me now
As I declare your fate
These sacrilegeous acts
Your sins must be repaid
Say your final prayers
The time has come to clean the slate

To the oceans
Bring your waves up high
Wash them from the shores
Drown them with your might
To the mountains
Let your blood run free
Cleanse them with the fire
Send their ashes to the sky

To the wind
Breathe your strongest breath
Rip them from the ground
Spread new seeds to grow
To the Earth
I have return at last
Recover from your wounds
And be reborn again

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