You

Murdering Mother Nature one tree at a time.
I'll shape the earth as I see fit.
If you don't like it, change it.
It's my backyard.
It's not that hard.
My machete has a name.
My machete is not to blame.
My arms and mind are moving so fast.
My legs are leaving the past.
Hold on to your gifts.
Use your lips.
Take control of that which may please you.
The subjects will change.
They'll live another day.
Help the ones without arms.
Guide the wandering legs.
Never change the minds that you don't own.
Mother Nature still loves you.
You.