"A slow death awaits us beyond a barbed-wire tightrope called 'life' that we troll upon so heavily. The pressure is killing us! The stress on the Earth is suffocating our spirits, causing misery to the heart. Illness and disease are certain to follow. We are old now, before we were even born. My womb is filled with cement and I am still hungry! My heart pounds wearily with a blood of lead and mercury. I am not strong; my hands are sharp and jagged as daggers. Not good for touching, or holding or helping. This is the mutation of tomorrow's pollutants and we no longer cry for the disasters that we've created, sustained, perpetuated, pretended. There is no Judgement Day, only reckoning which can no longer be ignored. We lay awaste our bodies. We lay awaste our minds."