Shells of Hope

Just accept it, because with billions of opinions there'll always be conflicts where nobody wins. Those islands of tranquility are steadily shrinking due to shortages of God and seas of rising greed. Faith clinging tightly to storm battered faith. Praying for much brighter and happier days... Goodness is made of limestone and eventually caves. Leaving a path of damnation in its crumbling wake. The peacemakers have long ago fled their posts leaving behind them the shells of their hope. To many people each shaking selfish rattles carrying banners of ID into the last unholy battle.