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She nurtures, provides
Through constant - great divides
Though she wonders - why such strife?
Growing weary of your way of life

She's giving, giving more and all you do is take
This greed, unflattering could be your last mistake
As the winds of restlessness blowing through he hair
'Tis time reveal her fangs, 'tis more than she will bear

Too late you realize you bite the hand that feeds
Find no more tolerance for your filthy, novice deeds...No!
Now you'll feel the hunger pangs
None can survive when nature shows her gleaming fangs
Her bite is so severe her cares become remote
Injecting poison to which there is no antidote, no!

Oh mother, take them all!

She gave, gave and gave and you did was take
Your greed so miserable Oh your last mistake
As the winds of restlessness invoke a grave affair
She has revealed her fangs, much more than you can bear
Oh Nature's gleaming fangs...

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