Poem To Abba

To Thy earth, the humans bring pain, painting the towns red with stain. Deceit and evil blur their haze, as competition and slaughter breed more vain. The living drift within a daze, while priests persist in solemn praise — yet the world crumbles, broken, in layers. Why not choose purity over impurity? To know thyself is to walk in security. Moments of love outlast the lust, for lust is forged in evil’s dust — a trap to draw man to mortal decay, who can not afford purity nor stay. Why begin wars, if all must die, together locked beneath the sky?