Earth is filled with cursed creatures,
That run amuck and show no disgust in things they do for daily life,
From insects to birds the planet conserves a spite amount of living supplies.
Earth is filled with blessed souls,
That shine and glow to throw a smile to strangers passing by,
From infants to olds the planet deserves a reason to sing a lullaby.
When you die is knowledge unknown,
The end is near but is not shown,
perhaps you die with a happy tone, or by preaching depression with words you moan.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
Earth is filled with cursed creatures,
That run amuck and show no disgust in things they do for daily life,
From insects to birds the planet conserves a spite amount of living supplies.
Earth is filled with blessed souls,
That shine and glow to throw a smile to strangers passing by,
From infants to olds the planet deserves a reason to sing a lullaby.
When you die is knowledge unknown,
The end is near but is not shown,
perhaps you die with a happy tone, or by preaching depression with words you moan.
Request permission to use this poem