Of all that the Earth loves
None is understood, all too often lost.
All that which the Earth gives,
Abused, defaced, sold off, destroyed.
Extracted, melted, now calm, too late.
At last, the start, our forfeit, Earth shakes.
Overpopulated, the Holy One, she was!
Her burden's too great, now is the time!
Seventy percent of the world's people,
Die on this day, worth nothing but dung!
Dung for the new seed, the end will be the start.
After purification a Golden Age will come!