Dreadful Sins Poem by Mike Gift

these souls corrupted by sins,
lust of selfishness tempted us effortlessly,
guided us far away from bliss,
allowing this world to be in craze.
homes that spent ages to construct,
not excluding the firm God-made mountains,
doomed at once,
refusing to let families stay in whole.
dough and dough were bestowed,
endowing all possible aids,
only one with a wicked heart would turned away,
yet lives had evanesced,
tragedy remains tragedy.
griefs trespassed our hearts,
tears sailed on many cheeks,
infinite cries were heard,
louder and louder,
as blood spilled, flowed, and flooded,
taking over the streams.
we mourned, thus we give our hands,
not neglecting the smallest one,
wishing this hardship will soon end.
some unities evidenced by our eyes at last,
hardened-heart began to love,
despite the uncertainty of its length,
it makes no difference.
if the world seeks for its own destruction,
it goes with it,
the world is in craze.