Travel: A Collection of Poems

Travel is life. An art of wandering, the poetry of movement, and the symphony of discovery. I travel around the world only to see it in pain, filled with sorrow and injustice.

It became sick of diseases that weakened its immune system. That immune system, I'm saying, is the good people in this world, God-fearing people who are still fighting every day against these diseases (bad people, Satanists, corrupters).

There is no cure for the world except that there is only one, and it's bitter to consume. The world has no choice but has to take it if it wants to live (gain eternal life). That cure is truth, and Christ is the truth to take.