The Quiet Storm

As if we don't have enough problems already.

You see...

We've got nothing else to do.
The idle race.

Let's create some more problems
in our own back yard.





A new day is born.
But it's not soft, nor warm.

Welcome to the Quiet Storm.


There are grass plains and fields filled with dirt.
There are forests filled with asphalt and cement.
The profit of Man at the expense of Nature.

Let's use some good old-fashioned 21st century technology, and plug in a synthetic solution for the damaged environment.

Can Man just solely exist on technology alone?
Currently, there is a current that runs into an outlet of Nature, by force.

Light up those neon flowers on that bed of astro-turf.
The new morality.
On those painted rocks we surf.


Stop...

Look...

Listen...

The trees, birds, and plants.
Wind, air, and sky.

They are crying.
You start leaving; they start screaming.

"Have you not heard our warnings? Don't you know that we provide medicinal herbs to heal Mankind?
Therefore, why would you do harm to us?"

Nobody knows. It is unprofitable to know.
I mean that there just isn't a market for that right now.

The herbs are competitors.
They will be burned, so that we can control the market.

Power - another item on our "to-do" list.

While God is in Heaven.

We can take what we will from the Earth.
But don't chop down its air supply.

It's not a sweet mystery of life.
It's embodies the secret of life.

That we've been paid to destroy by contract.
Nature and Man have become two different worlds with no contact.

Is that the scent of a Rose?
Or a bottle fragrance everyone knows.

We've thrown our ecology on top of the problem pile.
And still, they call out:

"Save us before us all.
Save us, so that we can save you!"

"What was that?" Man asked, "I thought I heard something."



With one eye on Heaven, I look at the Earth, and ponder our fate.



Hell is a truth realized too late.