The Broken World

We beheld the beauty of the first garden in originality Life in its simplicity An egalitarian world Needs and wants afar us We neither pray nor fast to feed belly We commune and fellowship face to face Flesh and spirit is one Death abortive The proclaim wisdom acclaimed by man Hamper it intended mission Placed us amidst mess Deviation from the state of merriment, rest, respite, jollity Who is to be blame? The creator, the created perhaps the mediator The blameless remain irreproachable They’re will wheel us to this end Selfish being End of discussion hope for a new heaven Behold you are the garden The seed to design second palace Feed the feeble The tree that shelter the vagabond yet build bridges The river that giveth life The Peace that accommodate conflict yet combat evils You’re second Adam Special breed ordained to bring heaven on earth Awake!!! The mediator yet live It intended mission yet live Steal, kill and destroy Girdle your heart and take your position Now you are gods. Build your dreamed world Habitable for all