Broken

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I am broken. My chruch is broken. The ideals of the world are broken.  Every country is broken. The world that children grow up in is broken. We try to protect them but it doesn't work. As we grow older we appreciate the innocence that was falsely given to us. We given a chance as humans but not many take it. Those who do can sometimes falter off the path. As time moves forward we as humans become cynical and less trustful. I mean who wouldn't no matter where you live you could get shot, raped, kidnapped, be sent to war. But we have been given a choice to live. Those who live in fear have barely seen the wonders. If people who don't worry about the problems and buy know they exhaust live. They prepare which is the downfall of human kind. Preparing for the possibilities that are endless are could drive any one to madness. God the one true savior creator or whoever you wish to call him by has given this world of humans and creatures a task. Live by me and you shall not perish. No matter if your only family has just been destroyed right before your eyes he will take care of you if you follow him. Call me crazy if you will but when you grow attached to people and don't know what to do when they leave and you feel broken to the point that you want to die and hurt yourself you learn that it must be given into his hands. He gave us life so whose to say he won't take care of us. He killed another creation so that we could have clothes. He flooded the Earth to give humans a better life. Keeping one family that lived by him who didn't marry multiple rape murder and hold greed so close to there hearts. He gave us a better chance to live. He loves unconditionally gives us what we need.
We are still broken and greedy but we feel guilt about some of these things we feel pain for those who so have there own but the problem now is that we don't help each other the world exist as take care if yourself and nobody else.

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