  Payback is Hell by CMK 7-12-04 I love the power of storms, thunder and lightning and howling of the wind. Power unleashed from heaven on the men who refuse to bend. Our buildings are monuments to our ego and our contempt, of nature's pure fury for those who have sinned. We've leashed the mighty rivers with lock and bridge and dams, Once raging whitecaps are reduced to gentle lambs. We've cut down the sweeping forests and mowed the grass of the plains, We've paved the trails of the mighty beasts for wheelchairs, mopeds and four lanes.
We've sanded down the mountaintops, there's litter on the peaks. We've poisoned all the fish and birds leave six packs on their beaks. We save an acre here and there and call it conservation, we kill a thousand bears and wolves and call it self preservation. So when the wind and rain come hard with lightning, hail it rages, I remember our past and chalk it up to karmic return wages. 
