Probaway – Armageddon Sonnets – #4
You vile and slimy piece of death-filled dirt,
Placed high by God to live a life sublime,
Now killing those who help and never hurt.
Is this the way one lives who is divine?
Aren’t you the one, who so long ago,
Saw order in the way things flowed through time,
And learned that you would reap where you did sow.
And, where you sowed foul lust there’d soon be crime.
Aren’t you the one who always seeks the good,
Yet when you find it, quickly turns to bad?
Your heart lives in the present, as it should,
But futures ruled by presents may be sad.
What feels best now is always what we do,
So, feel ahead and limit future rue.