We Our Souls Will Spend Our Time Repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting but the body of truth always comes to light in drawing an end to come with true believers so they can see the many faces of the devil greed in this world money takes over always as they worship first with the devil’s tools invading our space all for the sake of black liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure shame on this world absolutely for mankind has not learned at all given profound problems aplenty and stands the testimony of our times while war does not resolve anything—death’s end only when family lives are directly affected they have the fighting right to protect and live wherever they choose but we are all controlled and always told what to do openly or furtively in a system rolling unto the end of mankind shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh countries run amok and history repeats itself doing the devil’s work at command or by one’s will while throwing our money around with profligate zeal like they are usually royalty by some birthright and this says so much for the world we live in today looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense running everything into the ground to support their lies present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright one chance will come with a golden sun shining but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever! Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 4, 2014) (Quatrain unrhymed poetic form)