Where is the love, we used to know,
That filled our hearts with a warm, golden glow.
We've lost ourselves in material gain,
While forgetting love is what truly sustains.
We've become blind, our hearts turned to stone,
As we roam through this world all on our own.
What happened to love's gentle touch,
Bringing peace to this world's chaotic rush?
Why did we let the darkness take control,
As we forgot the power of love's eternal soul.
Where is the love that we used to hold dear,
That kept us going and drove away our fear.
Let's bring it back before it's too late,
For love can conquer all, no matter the fate.
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
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Nice