Book of Poems | The World

A collection of poems that tell the tales of the world.

Greed.

What makes the rich, richer,

And what makes the poor, poorer.

A thing from hell.

Consumes us all.

Gets what you want,

But you're never satisfied.

It will always be that way.

Only a true hero of heaven,

Could only ever conquer such a feat.

No fiend from hell.

No normal mortal.

But a hero, who follows god,

To the end.

The grand elder asks you, “What is greed?” You replay, “An evil in this world, evil upon evil, it starts wars and causes death itself.” “Good,” the elder says. He pulls out another scroll and tells you, “Read this.” You take the scroll and open it up:

Lies.

Hatred.

Death.

Murder.

Evil.

All.

Evil rules,

This unholy place.

This world of darkness,

This world of hate,

This world of evil.

Is true evil.

But in the shadows,

In the deep abyss,

Comes a light,

In the smallest form.

You would have never noticed it,

Unless you tried.

But if you try,

That light shall expand,

It shall expand to the heavens and above,

To another realm,

Spreading the light farther and farther,

Until it stops.

But then it brightens more,

As an immortal being from the heavens,

comes to earth.

“But that is not all,” says the elder, there is indeed much more. He hands you another scroll:

Darkness.

Cries for help.

Suffering.

Affliction.

Pain.

Love.

Evil.

Good.

Light.

Brightness

Hands.

Warm.

Kind.

Thankful.

“You are home my child,”

“And you always have.”

“Who is that?” the elder asks. “Christ, he suffered for us, redeemed us, and loves us.”

“Stay close to him,” says the elder. He hands you another scroll:

Trees.

Grass.

Flowers.

Good.

Words.

That's what they are.

Words are you.

They have always been.

A world without words?

No world at all.

You pick up another scroll:

The devil,

around longer than any if us,

the tricker,

the wiser,

He raps evil into bueauty,

Tricks us all,

until one day,

we find out his tricks.

We try to stop him,

But we need the help of our lord, god.

You pick up the final scroll another scroll.

Fiends,

Tell us to do their bidding,

Slaves,

An evil thing,

Devils,

The birth to Chaos,

Chaos,

The path to corruption,

Earth,

The testing grounds,

God,

The holy one,

Who loves us all,

No matter what,

The sin of man,

The love of man,

The corruption of man,

But the path to tears,

Tears of joy,

Tears of pain,

Tears of happiness.

Tears of true beauty,

And love.

“Remember these things, young one” “I will,” you reply.