While I Stare

WHILE I STARE While I stare at the deep of the earth I tear from my eyes Is this what He made it to be? Were we all meant to live like this? Guns became our toys Breaking hearts became a thing of joy Corruption became a hobby and we've turned immorality into our Tommy Now that I choose not to be part they tag me, a daft that I am dumb for not wanting to be part of the smart ones While I stare at the repulsiveness instigated and done by the of the sons of men Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them and are forced to be close friends Now, I am void of tears What is the need to weep over what is dead? I will try my best to revive them Not cry over what will not be solved with tears. I will save the few I can So they also can stare from afar and thank Him for our lives; the lives of positive influencers. -Emmiasky Ojex