I looked up at the being of light and shadow,
the harbringer of doom to my tomorrow.
It screams of pain and sorrow, agony and hopelessness ripping through the edges of thy consciousness.
It showed me the emptiness their eyes; the poor and beaten.
It presents me with a scream tugging at my skull- what has this world become?
I have only hope that we can be guided to the next.
My mind has grown tired, my heart has beat through many days.
The light of the sun, the darkness of the moon.
Is it our destiny only to bring harm and doom?
Turn thou cheek, turn the other way.
For it will come.
The bloody day.
For the world has no worries about those who sin,
has no mercy for those who rebel,
has no compassion to those broken,
and not enough hope to be restored.
A sad thing to be in the world is someone who is broken and unblinded.
Can you not percieve the sadness that the sky cries?
Can you not see how many times has our light died?
Would you forgive?
Would you stand and fight?
Would you try?
