I wrote a spiritual poem

12:12 (a poem)

the second wave of angels
living their lives on earth
feeling like all is lost
in our battle of souls
and dominion of fears
theres a snake slithering around
a raw power that must
be controlled
persuaded, led gently lest it strike
human plasticity at its core
"lest we become as Gods"
for sure
can we return to a simpler time
when all innocence remained
and we did not shed a tear
for our earth or for our humanity
but only rejoiced and renewed
our safety and wonder
in God's nature