LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The world, like a garden of bombs, once planted,

Now harvests bodies, indifferent to its will,

Seeds of destruction blossoming in silence,

In a land that has forgotten the value of truth.

Like rain, the meteors illuminate the sky,

But not like stars that guide to hope,

They are dark lights announcing the end,

Dragging humanity in a mournful dance.

Leading us, mercilessly, to the precipice,

Where the future seems to fade away,

And, amidst the flames and debris,

What remains of innocence begins to perish.

But even in the darkest of shadows,

There are those who see beyond the gloom,

And, in the last spark of life,

Seek redemption in God.

For, even if the world falls apart,

There is a light that does not extinguish in chaos,

A hope that resists the abyss,

And a love that saves us from our own evils.

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