Mother's Revenge

Smile to the vile who believe they’re not flawed
Awake and abandoned, they shall hear our frightening call
And when they arise, to see in all their glory
Mother Nature shall take them, and she will swear she’s not sorry.

Believe it when I say that she will come for you, too,
If ever you believe you’re better than the rest.
She will have no mercy, no time to hear you scream,
As she puts you down to sleep with those you thought the best.

‘Tis a tragic story, to be sure
But one that cannot go untold any longer.
You broke the rules; now you must pay:
Blood is the price, and death the reward.
By Mother Nature’s own hand, your blood has been poured.