The Scourges of Nature

From the Green,
In your City,
Raze it to the ground,
Nature's Bounty all around.

The smog in Mhaldor,
a Monument to the Plague,
Stirring in feces as they play,
Steel and Iron bearing the day.

The darkness of Hashan,
a Pillar to Infestation,
Harlots and Vagabonds in their own way,
Constructs and Towers keeping cold their children every day.

The maddened Ashtan,
a Dump of Deteroriation,
Greed and Disarray run their people astray,
Cold metal and Blunted walls barricading to the Sun

The Iron stains,
A plague of the ground,
Infesting all it surrounds,
the Deteroriation rampant all around.

Thus, heed the warning for all -
It must be razed, to the ground!
It must be removed, cut the infestation down!
It must be destroyed!

For Nature, from whence it came!

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Ero, in the year 765 AF.