In the last week I have written several poems about how I see the world to be. Sometimes I think that what I wrote could actually change something, or someone, but unfortunately it won't. I look around this world and I see so much good that could be done, but that bubble has burst, and I don't think it will happen, at least not right now. Who knows what the future holds. A couple of the poems center around the idea of the end times, and as sinners what this world would become. Of course as it is today the rich keep getting richer, and the poor starve. We are so focused on helping the people in other countries we forget that there so many people in our own nation that need so much help. I continue to write about how these people in need live, and how they react. I bat around this idea of the government taking control, and keeping all the money for themselves, as for us lower class we have to fight our way to survival. As a Christian I believe that this would be the rapture, we would be saved, but what if it didn't happen actually like that right away. I understand struggling to live. I know what it's like to be poor with no food. I am surely not taking this subject lightly. It's very important for us as a people to see how the Devil is destroying people's lives. We need to stay strong every single day of our lives, we need to lift up the people that are down, and stop tearing them down to pieces. And I know this for a fact that a lot of Christians like to be nice and kind to your face, but when they are alone they talk bad about you, they spread gossip. This gossip is a seed that the Devil can use against us. I mean look at the world, have you watched TV lately? TV, Internet is the easiest way for the Devil to take us out. With all of the money they use to make useless movies they could put this nation back together, but apparently movies are more important then lives. My main point is that the poems my sound depressing, and more fictional then ever, but the truth is this is where we are headed. I hope as I finish these poems, and get to post them that you would read them, and think about what's really going on out there. Thanks for reading, and God Bless!
If I could change a thing, I think I would have changed everything. If I could have known the truth, I would have never been with you. Twenty-five and I am so tired of this childish love, And all the pain that comes along with all its games. Seems such a waste to throw it all away, But I am who I am, like me or not, But you will never be able to change me. The world has its grips on you, And I am no way getting involved. Today could be the greatest of days, But what would you have changed? All of your wrong mistakes, your bad calls, All your fear and lies, Or are you just so selfish inside? If I could change the way we were, I think I would change everything. If I knew the absolute truth about you, I would have never even met you. Twenty-five to life with all that you did, Is this the end of love, should I give up? And here I am stuck with a broken heart, And busted up sight. These days are blurring together, And nothing seems al...
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