If you knew better, you would do better.
If that was the case, then why does life seems so... meaningless?
Why do men trash their beloved trophy wives?
Why do mothers rape the souls of their unborn offspring?
Why do women rot with self-hatred?
Why do little boys and little girls ignore their God?
These are questions that pump through my frazzled brain.
It's like eating nails when scrutinizing a possible cure for this worldly disease.
The world is a scary place.
Spit of hate sprawls everywhere.
Our children are dying, transforming into superficial creatures beyond their own will; not enduring their soft, warm red blood that dances through their tiny veins.
The same blood that races down the ragged cross as Jesus bled to death.
King Jesus died for us, so we will do better.
...If only we knew better.