The giving of life,
Given as blessing to receive...
Has become for some an opportunity,
To manipulate, corrupt and deceive.
And unfortunately many do not perceive,
The Earth is fragile and sits to rotate...
On an axis not cemented in concrete.
Or forever to remain suspended delicately,
To allow unappreciating habitants of it...
Living to do as they please,
Treating themselves and the Earth...
As commodities without getting on their knees,
To eventually plead to be forgiven.
When they awaken from their selfish decisions,
To realize majestic 'deities' in control...
Can destroy all beliefs those thoughtless in mind,
Wished kept taught to sell with their conflicts oversold.
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