Pure Poem by M G

This world once called me pure.
Ground turned black the sky rose gold
Once living turned dead and dead turned living
Doctors working on finding a cure
Kids slowly turning old
Will this be something worth forgiving?

When skies rain down acid blood
The dead rise up to taunt
Lullabies are sung no more
Just screams of blood and gore

A child's cry lost in the midnight
Silent footsteps leading towards death.
Danger towards every step.
Living in a world where the strong die and the weak thrive.

Shall it be still forgiven
No more people left to turn old
No more doctors to finish the cure
World now set upon fire
Oh how they call me a liar-
Sky gone black, rose gold the ground.
Will the world still call me pure