Is this the world?
This bright light, dimmed by grief and greed?
Is this the world?
The laughter of children replaced by the staccato of machine guns?
Is this the world?
Fenced by the see and concrete hate,
No exploration, no adventures and beauty is locked out.
Is this the world?
No, this is my world.
This is the artwork of predjudiced hate and fear.
This is what the shadowed, veiled beast willed.
Claiming all for himself,
Fighting for dominance,
Fighting against God
From before time began,
To the bottomless pit and the brimstone lake.
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Beautiful and moving, Lib. Very powerful.
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