Here I am.
Living and dying.

All of you are, to me,
a mad scientist.
Disecting my body,
implanting foreign objects
into it, and disfiguring my soul.

Are you not happy?

Before the dawn of time
I was worshiped and loved
by your people.

Then it changed.

First your ancestors
came to lay claim to
my bounty. From the
Atlantic to the Pacific
they came.

Then from my
anger you let me
burn. Burn alive
while you sat and watched.

And now I am cancerous
filled with filth. You try
to mask it with abominations
throughout my body calling
it a cityscape and
proclaiming it mankind's
progress.

Please.

Leave.

And just let me be.