So you built your houses, harvested your food,
earned your wealth and bore your brood.
You sold your sweat, and tears for a cost,
never a thought to the one who really lost.
Now as you rest in your final recline,
With empty hearts, hands that never declined,
The hour has come, to repay your debt,
I am Nature, you owe me a death.
-Askios
-Askios
