Have you ever watched a tree fall down?
No, none of this jolly woodsmen-let's-shout-timber, quick and nimble business.
None of the 'I need paper' raw wood to burn, axe to the bark-malark.
The pure giving in of a tree to be used.
To be aggitated, bothered, choked, abused.
But how can such a sturdy, tall as two twinned towers
Breathing being choose to fold upon itself and all that it stands?
With roots that could give the Queen of England a run for her money.
Isn't it funny how royalty managed to fall on it's own accord?

Well, in a world where providing life for those who abuse
Is understated. And where structures so powerful can be taken
With one almighty swing. One that could
make Kings realise
They're not worth a thing.
In this world, why should a tree, for instance, stand for this much longer?
Let them fall, let them die, let them realise they were too good for us,
After all.