Priscah Abade Poems

To many, God may seem like a sovereign, mighty and confusing entity, many ask why he doesn't help those he calls his own, his chilren. Many are angered by history and how he expresses his love, which is strange to the human tongue. If one were to look at us through God's eyes, they would be heavily sorrowed by the world. Imagine, putting love and power into the hands of your creation, the one thing you love most, knowing it would betray you. Yet despite this, you make them anyway, and hold a peice of them close to your heart.

But slowly, you watch their hearts grow cold, their love for you dwindles and turns to an endless age of bloodshed. Terror on your beloved earth. They spite their brothers, and abuse their sisters, they lie in your name, and take glory in the fleeting wonders of fame. You send messengers, children who refuse to conform to wicked ways, yet they perish by the hand of their own brother's sword. They remove all that is good, and replace it with darkness, that slowly consumes them, and makes them slaves to their own brethren.
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