They predict the day.
They predict the week.
They predict the year.
Oh, here we go again?
Another Prophet's predicting when the world will end.

Suddenly, panic kicks in amongst some of us.
While some of us wondering about our friends and kins.
Who start believing anything spoke?
Oh, ****.
Here we go again?

To some in this society.
We truly knows, only one knows the answer to the truth.
It's not no person in the ministry.
They like a scientist trying to say, when the world begun.
Both comes across a little dumb.

It's an answer stumping many of us.
Strange, when this castrophe passes, not to be.
Then , these so call Prophets starts to use reasons.

When the end of civilization, lies within the hands of God.

A mother wonder.
Wonder why they child died from a senseless killing.

A brother or sister.
They wonder.
Wonder, why they now must bury their sister?
Maybe, a brother.

It's not that the world is more dangerous.
Or that the people has gotten more violent.

But one thing I do know.
We must love more.

We see upon the news violence every day.
And surprise that many tries to explain it away.
Without comprehending the extent of the problem.

Somewhere a problem existence.
Where it was simply overlooked by a few?

But one thing I do know.
We must love more.

We can't stop the ills.
Or every pain.
But we can trace the roots of many terrible things.
Least, before it becomes a castrophe.

We need to love more.
Through the hurt.
We need to love more.
Even at work.
We need to love more.
At home.

We just need to love more.

And watch the love within us grow.