Why the World Is Crazy
It's crazy
not because of its nature,
but its people who makes it
a hard place.
God created it
as a glorious place for everything
to enjoy.
He created the sun for the purpose
of light,
and then the clouds for the purpose
of rain to feed all the plants.
But it's man who try to promote,
and sometimes create
what makes the world a bad place to live.
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