If the Terra that we affirm by split apart and all life dead. If we could no longer hear the song cry, see the sun rise, have our tears dried.
When this cosmic description, has fallen into submission, and astrology concludes it’s mission but no longer in the same position, cuz I didn’t give permission for God to take my life away.
When the earth swells with the tears of God, and is opened up by his rod and bleeds the bittersweet syrup of indifference.
Would it make no difference?
To those who remain asleep, for only Christ would weep for his brothers who were not saved then slain… laid awake unchained.
When the earth cracks open and bleeds 3 billion years of history, 6 billion lives, 2 billion sons, 1 billion mothers, 4 billion wives
And their eyes know fear, for who’s supposed to care? When the world cracks open and bleeds. No Band-aid big enough to suit Gaia…. And hell pours out into space because the devil is a liar. When all that God required was your love.
Who would think of what to do then? God cried because we never knew him. When the world crack open, would you bleed?
what about the daughters, they arent born mothers!