Classic playing cards
And rusted chains
Dry land with no air
No soul remains
Yet we're all still here
Dying quietly as told
Having no one to talk to
And no one to hold
Here in this deserted land
We strive for something more
For the promise
From the God we so adore
Where is the green grass?
And the milk and honey
All we care about is ourselves
And useless things we call money
Praising what is not there
Looking up towards the wrong things
Saying it doesn't hurt
Even though it really stings
What had happened
To our once wonderful land
Humanity has tried what only God can do
We broke everything to the point of dust and sand
Breaking down what God had given
And saying that we are not afraid
But meanwhile only ruining
What was already perfectly made
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So yes, I am a Christian (as you could've guessed by some of my previous poems) but I thought about the modern world and what we've gotten ourselves into. Yes, some parts of the world is still beautiful, but I for one feel ashamed of the beauty that could've been but is no more.
- Dominic
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