Loveless

As we await
 sister Sun's arrival,
 child stars you'll listen
 to my tale, please stay.
 As it was told to me
 by my sister afar.
 Earth her name
 and this, this is her story:
 Sister Moon
 hear me now,
 I feel my end too soon, too soon!
 My wounds
 are deep,
 gaping,
 unhealing
 Can't believe, refused to believe
 my children had no feelings
 for me.
 See
 them sealing a fate of early death and destruction,
 watch my my foolish daughters and sons,
 as they
 kill me,
 slowly
 kill me,
 quicker
 kill me.
 They've loved me as would an unfaithful lover,
 part-time and half-assed,
 Now unmasked
 is their deceit.
 No more sweet,
 sneaky thrill seekings.
 Tomorrow brings
 nevers and nothings.
 Ended days
 for my world
 and its unchanging ways.
 Now,
 apocalyptic truths
 of revelations hasten our omega
 my children's and mine.
 Each time
 my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and toys and
 this is only the beginning
 of my children's sinning.
 My power is fading.
 You suck, brother,
 mother earth's now a plaything
 for the ungrateful child,
 so cold.
 Ten billionfold,
 my tears.
 I long for the once adoring embrace of my children
 their prayers, their care and
 tenderness
 has now turned loveless
 The embrace
 now an anaconda's grip
 unmerciful and swift
 swift with the killing.
 Killing is a sport
 Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for their main source.
 They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain,
 their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother sky's choked from oil
 refinery factory smoke
 Your mother earth found me, dying, note who's crying
 now.
 My power is fading.
 You suck, brother,
 mother earth's now a plaything
 for the ungrateful child
 so cold.
 Ten billionfold,
 my tears.
 But I'll continue to spin,
 until my curious home sapien
 offspring pay the price for their sins
 against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins
 My sons are million-murderers.
 They kill - I kill one million plus.
 I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge.
 It's the circle of life -
 or at least,
 it was.
 But now it's the end.
 No, no it's too late for repentance,
 accept your death sentence.
 I've given you all I can.
 Such beauty and life
 you'll never have again.
 Now it's the end.
 Now it's the end.
 Now it's the end.
 Now it's the end.