How do I poem?
I seem to have forgotten.
Someone please help me.

What if the end is upon us?
What if it really is near?
What if soon we'll be all gone?
Would there then be something to fear?

You see, I worry for the children,
so innocent and pure
if the evil's the infection,
who then will find a cure?

Once we knew of no sin.
Minus just this one.
The serpent got the best of them.
It was his idea of "fun"

But you see, He always has a plan,
no matter where you are,
What you do, or what you say,
He loves you with His whole Heart
**-KH