a devotion to planet earth

We have to rebirth, the soul of this planetand pray it be cleansed and gentled evermore,but as nails keep piercing hands reach to smooth across her scared shroud  It has to be worshipped like the apostle to the apostles,but with a feast of celebration everydaydressed in her finest, she must be read and chronicled by scribes of all ages If her spirit cries out for a easing, for the torment that embroiders across and through her linen,rent from the abuse and torture of her kinhaving sewn by the hands, that marred her our sacrifice,

will take Millenniumsto ponder at the fibers of her cloth,for in the beginning, as the interweave of her shroudwe started to spin,Great wheels through time 
 our redemption,
to sew a forever
that rebirths from our torments