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The World


Angered cries of a shattered world
Rip through the spreading darkness
Outside the fold of his great design
A child wishes it to be

I cry for what I could have made
Silent in it’s purpose
Chilling were the ways I saw
of mans blood grim secret
Death torture and the shrill screams of people
Come to pass beneath the orbs great eye

But what I could not see
was the worlds gentle beauty
A quiet jewel amongst the rocks
A beauty that I could call my own

But I cast it away in my terror
bashing it in my venomous spite
Leaving it to wither and die
Within a cold dark future