A Perfect World Poem by Bailey Schatte

This world was once perfect,
With only the kindest of people,
Caring for one another,
As if everyone were friends,
That is,
Until the sinners came.

Through the eyes of a sinner,
We would see,
Hatred,
Murder,
And anarchy all around us.

Through the eyes of a saint,
We would see,
Love,
Peace,
And tenderness within,
Every sinner's eyes.

Deep down,
Everyone is a saint,
But there will always be,
A coat of sin on every saint.

Every sinner has,
The brain of a saint,
The heart of a saint,
But a soul of a sinner.

So during the time of refreshing,
Every saint will lose their coat,
But every sinner will lose their soul,
Returning the world,
To the way it was,
When everything was perfect.