While the lion waits at our door
and we humans chase our tails
round and round, round and round,
the fires rage all round the earth,
the gases surge and fill the sky,
they make no sound, they make no sound.

And selfish nature in a trap
gives us excuse to hide our heads
in the sand, in the sand.
That very nature closes in,
its hot breath now we truly see
so close to hand, so close to hand.

That lion still waits outside our door,
its mouth is wide, its teeth are sharp,
it needs to eat, it needs to eat.
So go now look it in the face
and hear its roar, and smell its breath,
and in its breath the smell of death.

And now accept the fear that we,
the most successful creature free,
will take that lion with us when we die,
and take all life, and fill the sky
with murderous gas, as we would fly
away from that which gave us life.

This earth, this creature at our door
will turn away and ask no more.

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