Father Of A Cold World Poem by Thomas Howe

Father Of A Cold World



This world is now so cold
Even though some are bold
This has to be the last stand
Can so much evil ever be band
So many without a good father
Should a few good people even bother
Where are the good old times
Is it covered by all the crimes
I miss the times that were simple
Now it's one big terrorist temple
Total disaster is on the brink
We have to try not to sink
This cannot be the end
God surely will make it bend
If we don't go ahead and start
This world is going to fall apart

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