You sit back on your throne and watch the world spinning around,
You hear the angry sounds, words of hatred that shatter the grounds.
There Is screaming throughout the world, the winds are fierce with power,
There Is energy In fear and sorrow that destroys what Is all around.
Flood waters rise high within storms that cause many souls to die,
Why master do the angry seas wash away homes, why must people cry?
The earth seems to be roaring like a lion, stomping like a giant with anger,
Could it possibly be you master, are you with much anger over what man does?
Are tears from heaven so heavy that they wash away life and destroy land,
Will anyone ever learn before all has disappeared, acts of nature or a sign?
There is rumbling everywhere with sounds of what In the world Is wrong,
Master, you must be disappointed, perhaps not shocked as you know everything.
You saw this coming so why create such a masterpiece and watch It crumble,
One thing learned from disaster Is that people come together but how much is enough?
Master, about this world that you command, you named one who did really understand.