Oh, I hear the earth rumbling, I see her groan. With the weather so extreme, I see  how most of her peat is crumbling everywhere. I see rain upon rain, but there is little blessing. I hear the farmers cry: Oh, God where to? The consumers are weeping and wailing. They have been deprived of essential products overnight.

I hear the earth mourn as she protests in despair. I see how she tears herself apart in earthquakes. With her surface so damaged. Her great cities will soon be besieged. With this state of affairs, deeply regretted, no one can avert the great war anymore.