At inception of time
At birth of its life
The beauty of our toddler
Which surface around it
Magnificent is it body
Rustic was it nature
Cleanliness was it future
When canan hasn’t committed it horror
And Abel was with his glamour
After the offering has been established
Then came horror and cruelty
Pain and corruption then followed
Little did Adams knows of it function
Much could be displayed in it
The older it get
The shorter is his life
Then pain and death erupts
Causing havoc to man
Only if The two kids weren’t jealous
And laxity weren’t display in errors
Then the World could be perfect
But imperfection drowned it, honestly
For if we travel back in time
Then the World could rhyme
With its beauty and life
While it glows and shine.
The World of ours
Was indeed a great
And beautiful at its virginity.
Beseeching us at it’s brightest day.
Calling our hope to crumble
Savaging our love with hate and fumbles.