This is a poem, not necesssarily religious, but if you want to view it that way, it's cool with me. If you don't get it, my intentions were for it to be about how there's so much immorality in the world, and how we are abusing the earth. Robbing it of it's beauty, we are robbing ourselves, also. We are filled with beauty, but we just make our selves look hideous, with the negative things that we do. The whole point is that we have the power to change the earth, we are the keys to this earth's paradise. This poem is very simple, so...
The heart of the Earth, Walking around with no sense of worth, We haven't been cursed, But we can be the first, Fall into an escapade, Fall into the hands of shame, Let love upon the earth reign, but so many people are slained, Bigger than bold, Heartless and cold, Tired of those who oppose, Negligance, here it shows, Together we can make it known, The Keys to the Promise land we hold, cause we can reach for the highest potential, But we can't resume with this attitude in our minds we consume, The earth is doomed, The keys to the promise land is you
Heart made of stone, more prescious than gold, Harder than bone, We should speak with pride in our tones, Hopeful with security when we face another day, How gleeful our faces are but our minds tend to stray.
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