More words from Corrupt:
The world going on without limit, the hatred that keeps increasing. The desire that controls it, for whom does god make this world? No light shines on me, even shadows go away from me. The only thing which I want, someday it will turn away from me. Someday I will see, there is no such way to go on. The sunshine that sets to the horizon, and the shadow lost forever. All that I see, lights up the way for destruction. The blood I shed dyes the ground red.
Birth creates death, mercy creates destruction. No one knows the answer to life. Competition and desire toward laziness creates absurd technology. Go insane first? Or choose to die first? Why does no one question? I shall cry for you. Contradiction spoken as truth with desire. Where is your conscience? Demand for profit stops progress. God does not cry for us. Front of the wall, right in front, is white. Back of the wall, right in back, is black.
Why? Because the landowner is greedy. Because he wants to make money. Because he can't stop....he feels the need to destroy for profit.
Imagine the pain of Her fallen children, Her loss at just one....and multiply that by millions. Hear Her cry...tears for trees.
And as I return home, I realize...I am just a part of the destruction. My own family feeds it.....I feel the pain, the loss, and the burden. I will do my part to assure this does not continue. I beg the men out for profit....to look at what I see...and maybe someday, they will cry too....tears for trees.