I am distressed for you, my brother;
For you who smudge the holy flame
For you who take but never give
And seldom call my name

I am distressed for you, my brother;
For you who tread on holy earth
For you who rule by greed the soil
That gave you life and birth

I am distressed for you, my brother;
For you who breathe the holy air
For you who shade the vital light
And leaving nothing but despair

I am distressed for you, my brother;
For you who sail the holy sea
For you who make a willful waste
But greedy wants my Eden's tree

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