We're at the crossroads.
To fight nature's fade.
Or else it's fading.
Can't you see it?
It fades like no more.
The world that's perfect.
Now it fades away.
By the man's effect.
Making all things sway.
Then flood flooded us.
Then we cry the more.
In painful chorus.
Like commodore.
And his boys in wars.
With the ferous foes.