The Rock Cried Out

A thought formed before time on the surface of space

Split apart the lonely mind with a purpose and shape

Lit the dark with an explosive shock in bodies that shake

Break apart and smash together keeping orbits in place

I became: the definition of 'solid' and learned to hold the trauma

Coated my surface with an armor hard as molten lava

You crawled up out of the water and started growing larger

I gave you coal and harbor, later gave you gold and copper

Who gave you warmth? Who gave you tools? Who gave you power?

You tunnel through. You dug a tomb. You move a mountain.

Your bloody rule and sudden moves, running my jewels

Combustible. You guzzle fuel and hunt for food.

You took it all like it was yours, and once removed

I felt a force begin to course and buckle through.

I saw the truth but I could never understand

How everything you touch becomes a weapon in your hand.

The Rock cried out.

The Rock cried out.

The Rock cried out.

According to the legend you're the masters of the earth

But perhaps some missing chapters might have clarified the verse

You grew in dirt. To disperse. Mutant germs throughout the universe.

Justify the violence of your mind no matter who it hurts

The wounded earth recalls the deposits you have made

And the names of stones you laid in place to mark the graves.

Gaudy monuments to glorious dead that might stand

At least until the elements compress your lifespan

Desert sand would love to cover you. Sun has seen enough of you.

Air whispers to smother you but Ocean wants to come for you.

Wonder who you running to? Same as it ever was.

Building bunkers underground. Caves with electric plugs.

Never learned the lesson, huh? Never saw the common thread?

Never learned to slow it down. Never learned to calm your head.

Now you need a solid friend to talk to, til the quakes are over

But I am not immortal I'm just breaking down slower.

The Rock cried out:

"I can't hide you."