Fuck You, Strong Letter To Follow

Show me the caboose OH Stagnate Or welcome growth In shallow waters you drown Stagnate Or welcome growth On weathered foliage you choke Quick to deny the nature of truth You vilify the virtue in mine Grow home, boy Mother Nature's calling In broad brushstrokes You paint for us a picture Titled, A Better Tomorrow An image beholden Of a desolate horizon The sky alive with the muted colors Of your pollution Smothering life that filled your lungs The same nature that provided for you With the last swing of this axe Cut you down to size With the last swing of this axe Give me your last breath