We live, <br />we laugh, <br />love for if no reason. <br />We cast ourselves upon a plate, <br />of evil thoughts of treason. <br />We do not bow, <br />we do not pray, <br />we do not ask forgiveness. <br />We stand has if were always right, <br />for all the things we feel inside. <br />We seem not to want to change, <br />we seem always proud. <br />We want has all this world to be, <br />exactly what we are to we. <br />And GOD cries...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-cries-2/
