It starts with a deal.
He has to be summoned to my door,
Invited in to hear my query,
And hopefully he complies with me.
Because the world is dying,
At wit's end as always,
And I'm the only one who can save it.
Mother Earth will give me a reward,
The penalty against me torn to shreds as
My hands are covered in human's blood.
I cannot wait to make that deal,
And I cannot wait to be able to save you.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoesíaI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
