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!
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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