There was once a world,
That did see no death.
It was so pure,
No one dared take a breath.

It was so perfect,
So bright and serene,
It was never depressing,
And it was never once seen.

The obvious truth is,
That it may have been pure,
And it may have been smooth,
Of that, I'm sure,
But nothing existed,
No life,
And no love.

No bullets and rifles,
Or pretty white dove.

No ******,
No Stalin,
No pistols,
No pollen.

No Jewish,
Or German,
No you,
And no vermin.

No mean men,
Or ******,
Just the ground,
And a twisted, old girder.

There was also no conflict,
No disagreement or strife.

No good men lay dying,
Yet sadly, no fife.

The truth is,
That as long as mankind exists,
There will always be anger,
And ignorance will always mean bliss.

As long as men walk the Earth,
Men will continue to hate.
At the same time they'll love,
And they'll count on that trait.

Lost are the wills of the men to protect,
Lost are the men that once willed them.
Lost is the bonds between one and the other,
Lost is the other that was once to be bond.
Lost is the striving towards one final goal,
Lost is the goal to be strove for.
Lost is the light that led to the end,
Lost is the end that the light once made real.

The sun, may it illuminate the day,
With a brightness seen in no other way,
May it show us to the distance we call far,
With no such boundary to bar,
The potential,
Hidden within,
A deep illumination of the dark we call sin,
May it awaken,
Arise,
To burn us a path,
To see,
We are free,
But only if you believe,
And you truly wish it to be.

You are not hidden,
Unlocked, and unbound.
You have the right to the world,
Why call that profound?
Take advantage,
Show no sway,
Stand proud on your ground,
This is yours! This is ours!
The freedom is free,
It consumes everything.
You turn a blind eye,
And in a split second to count,

The freedom is gone,
All lost, dead to be free,
For it ceases to be.

It's over,
Time to move on,
The world you once knew,
Is almost all gone.

The way you once saw,
The who you once had,
The one you once held,
His chest, no longer clad.

The heroics are dead,
Lost to a large frey,
The pillars did shake,
On that cold, fateful day.

The lions did roar,
Heard throughout the Savannah,
The Earth began to shake,
Heard from Japan to Montana.

T.S. Elliot's words begin to ring true,
It is not just me,
But also just you:

"This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper."
It is not over yet,
But resolve falls much limper.

If we just all forget about it,
If we all turn away,
We may be safe,
Who knows?
Someday.

Sometimes the Earth above us,
Shakes like the quake of the pillars.
Sometimes the Earth below us,
Burns like the molten core of human passion.
Sometimes the Earth around us,
Dissipates like a fog in the bright of noon.
Sometimes the Earth within us,
Yearns to love in more ways then one.
Sometimes the Earth beside us,

Doesn’t share the same Earth.

The world,
Full of hope,
Full of hate,
Full of love,
Turns as it does,
Up, down, and thereof.

It has beauty worth saving,
Love worth the infinity,

But it would mean little,
Without you.

You are the world that I see,
The thing that matters most,
You set me free.

If the feelings you feel,
Mirror not how I feel,
I will respect your decision,
And accept all as real.

No arguments,
No fights.
Disagreements,
Not worth it.
We deserve our own freedom,
And I know that you've earned it.

You have become part of me,
And the further we go,
You become half of who I am,

I adore you so.

Today is the first day,
Today is the last,
Today is the future,
And today is the past.

Today is a good day,
Today is so bad,
Today is so distant,
Today is so sad.

Today one has died,
Today one comes alive,
Today one has failed, but my God
How he tried.

Today someone chewed,
Someone spat,
Someone fell.

Today someone is living,
In their own man-made hell.

Today someone laughs,
Someone smiles,
Someone cheers.

Today people relax,
And buy a new round of beers.

Today is the only day,
Of the rest of your life.

Today can be a good day,
Just avoid all that strife.