Passion for Destruction
Man is obsessed with a craze.
It leaves the land in a haze.
He is blinded by greed,
So he continues to feed.
He poisons the air
And all that is fair.
Thus paints the sky grey
And tears trees away.
He would light the world on fire
To augment his empire,
But once all that is pure has diminished
He and all shall be finished.
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