A minute of fluctuating plate tectonics
yields destruction of the lives of thousands of people.

May we never truly incur the wrath of God,
or witness the mountains turn to carded wool.
When mother forsakes child and brother kills brother,
where the purest form of order turns to chaos.

Let us all pray for those who are obscured,
as they stand forlorn, lost and teary eyed.
Whilst they touch the workings of God
and have lost themselves amongst the wind.