That's Greenland down below... Think of igloos, snow... 
Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you... 
Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe, 
because you can never rise above it. You'd better pay the 
earth your mute respect because you never learned to love 
it or to have, to cherish, to hold... Until death when we 
provide the great provider... I hope they'll never hide 
me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed (Press HERE for 
pearls of wisdom...) Every day this stone rotates so be 
content, I'm listening. I'm etched upon a plate... it's 
disinfected so don't you look away. You're really 
unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking 
at your heels. I see the flock of hungry hawks close in 
around this plane. There is no sanctuary and everyone 
around you is insane.