The Axe forgets , the tree remembers.

Mother earth was whistling hard through the woods, 

Don't cut my little arms, don't cut my ladyhoods.

Don't incinerate my green leaves, 

Mankind doesn't know what happens when I bleed. 

Fire will break as loose as hell is unleashed,

My horrors and furies has risen,

All will hail the chaos I had released.

Waters will go black from poisons of filth,

The skies will turn dark from corrupted smoke,

My tears will be destructive and lava left to split.

Everything so disordered

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for it is too late,

I am so unforgiving and so tormented,

Now you all will see my vengeance so great.

This is the consequence of your betrayal,

The wrath which was dormant and hidden.

Now it will rise ,to which there will be no denial.

My rage indeed will work in malicious strokes !

“Oh mother no! "will mankind provoke.

Do admire the stars embroidered on my sky,

But don't dare to snatch them.

For if HER MAJESTY begin to stride, 

“Oh mother no !” Mankind will cry.