thou shalt not kill
the growth of a civilised, holy nation,
or maybe all of this will just go to waste.
the feeling is ecstatic, but bitter is the taste.
i hope we make it out and make it into
his paradise, for he has been through
so much: we made him suffer.
is that really all his creation can offer?
although he hates sins but the sinners he has love for,
i still don’t believe there is room on the above floor
for all of us; wicked and damned and so ill.
i’d wipe the earth clean, but thou shalt not kill.
Luka.