Ecological manmade disasters preempt unconscionable repercussions.
The heartless sins of mankind, in effect, has an affect on our natural reality, frightfully created;
Mindlessly altered; savagely wounded; willfully stained with the blood of innocence.
This dominion once given, has slipped from man's grasp through an unholy alliance with convenience.
Forged by selfishness, each link pounded with every willful and careless act of compliance.
The ground weeps, piercing through the spilt blood of fearful victims turned unrighteous profit,
Grievously extracted from their grounded flesh, without thought to the dire consequences that were inevitable,
The foundations of which were initiated by our ancestors and yet maintained by their descendants.
How does sin find it's way to natural events, that curse our future; tempting our fate and faith?
It is the way of things, once set in motion at the moment of creation; a spiritual reality, connected to our natural plain.
What does the increase of the costs of crops have in common with the hurting of those weaker than the afflicters.
Every evil set in motion, is no respecter of persons; it has no respect altogether, only duty.
It is set on a mission of poetic justice, to cause the reaper recompense, in one manner or another,
Not necessarily in the way the seed was originally cast to the ground, but it finds it's way...nevertheless.