The wind once whispered tattered tales
Through ancient trees of yore
But all now left of that life’s breath
Is bathed in inane gore

And I found myself in bedlam
Where I laid down and cried
Bloodied birds and broken wings
And 19 ways to die

The earth once fertile, Mother Life
Gave birth to love and light
But now the soil is naught but dust
By man’s unending spite

And I wondered weak and worn
Through wastelands far and wide
Bloodied lambs and broken vows
And 19 ways to die

The sea once churned and rose and fell
The storm its one and only
Until man marred the majesty
Left it lost and lonely

And I beheld a miracle
The water turned to lie
Bloodied wine and broken glass
And 19 ways to die

They said when all of life is over
And nature wears away
I’ll ask what lies in wait for me
And here is what they’ll say:

“You’ll lose yourself in sorrow
And sob and weep and cry
Giving in to sinful wiles
And murmuring woeful sighs
Pain will follow unto you
And from you they will arise
Bloodied lives and broken souls
And 19 ways to die”