In the beginning there was VOID
(and without form)
then in moved LOVE
and with it HATE
and in the first few centuries
people handled them with
ease
(meaning there was war)
but with every death
good outweighed it with
life
Fast-forward
a couple thousand
years
Somehow LOVE moved out
and so has HATE
and we
will probably cure all
the ill of the
world
(out with pain)
and we no longer
fear waterfalls
we took the sadness
from the rain
we no longer
like to sing
to the trees
because the woods(that do not fear)
are far to dangerous
we no longer
fear the fall
we took adventure
from despair
and finally
since we no longer
need death
we took the life
out of living
One of out greatest
crimes
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