On a scale of one to ten my stress must be a nine.
I often feel the fear in me growing but on the surface I seem fine.
In a world so full of hate my heart is simply beant.
Hard to believe there was a time where love could have been spent.
But now without that love in our world we are all so much alone.
And there's nothing Noone can seem to do to try and to atone.
Blackened hearts now fill this world so full of sin.
We can't even imagine a time without it the way it was again.
Now the world will forever be burdened by the things we've done.
This war with mother nature is simply one that can't be won.
Believe me brothers and sisters this is a fact I wish could change.
The next time that life will be once more fine is when everything is strange.
The earth will freeze itself once more ridding itself of human parasite.
That time will be cold and lonely like a severe winters night.
And when the freeze is over and new life is found once more.
We will recycle and be reborn again to the way we were before.
©jarnmarr
J