i was such a dazzling beauty / whatever they wanted, i gave plenty /
i gave them a way, a hope / showed them love with ceaseless scopes/
oh, but they destroyed me / continued until i was nothing but debris/
their kin ruined me / and i lost all my warmth, all my generosity /
my soul was tainted / how direly i was wasted! /
those selfish, vain humans / how much more will they ruin? /
only a few tried to save me / so at the rest of them, i unleash my fury /
i unleash my fire, my pain / i let it flow, creating eruptions & hurricanes /
i work to tame them / make them realize the worth of my priceless gems /
i give them a chance – resist or rot / never too late to learn what i taught /
and they be angry at me? / the nerve of humanity! /
i, their mother earth, is punishing / but they think it as suffering?/
oh when i die, they will discover / perhaps the punishments were better /
when i show them the pits of the fire within / that is when the suffering will begin /
after all, for sure i will resurrect / as an innocent, pure & perfect /
but i will never forget / the pain & the neglect /
and i won't be selfless / all my misery will incandesce /
my agony will rise / it will engulf them & lead to their demise /
my revenge for their damage / my retaliation for this sacrilege /
my realm shall be inflamed / and none shall be loved
— grimly,
azade
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