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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How Times Have Changed~ We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass! Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets. Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation. When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones! Sadly, the deliciuis times of being together, are no longer here, And no, sorry! Facebook and a child stuck in front of any screen. Can never bring back the joy, the togetherness, the very vibrancy Of loving and close human conviviality. Love has transformed, so that, it's like looking for it in a rear view mirror. We lost our love for one another, in tragic totality! A God, a church for some, just is far too demanding, Besides, we might have to leave our house, or worse be standing. We killed God and became ravenous, selfish beasts. We cannot connect humanly anymore, as once we fearlessly did. That feigned pretense of "caring" is absolutely the worst. It is nothing more than electronic symbols on a device! Our once sparkling, spiritual souls, that belonged to God. Totally stone cold,like the dead, under the sod.. 666 and his minions launching their final work. Theit goal? To see that God is never once mentioned. We really think we are bigger than God? Yes, we consider Him a clod! We never attribute any success we have to Him Drunk on our own wonderfulness, indeed hollowness, In a world that we never created. Detachment, no-speaking is the word of the day, We never consider or think that another human, Might need a hug, a visit, from another soul. In fact, we rob them of hearing our voices at all. So busy are we, destined on a train to hell. Deaf,are we, totally to our own death's knell. On fine new couches we sit, huge TV's captivate us, Our stomachs, full and bulbous, but it doesn't bother us. So off to get manicures, haircuts and more. We are horribly prideful and vain, strutting like arrogant roosters. We can't stop playing vainglorious games. Never for God, oh, no~just for our personal,insignificant fame! Panagiota Romios 4/10/2018
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