I am not dead. No.
They want to forget me? They
Want to say I died.
The earth is still here,
Is it not? They still need to
Live upon its land.
Every degree,and
Inch that rises causes
My anger to grow.
These foolish mortals!
They think the world is their own.
Let them face my wrath.
I shake the earth, and
Wish that their cities would fall.
Yet they defy me.
Desperation drives
A woman to do horrid
Things. Truly bad things.
The others may be
Content to just lie down and
Die, but not me. No.
If the mortals wish
To erase me from this earth,
They must survive me.







