Here's the world,
And there'll be nothing left
After your end.
Your God,
My Earth, all of creation,
Yet to be created,
And the lingering thoughts of the faded.
This kingdom's fit for a God,
The God, or all Gods, and
Best believed
To be heaven,
Because love, strife,
Passion and life
Are all gifts, that
When properly captured
Become so beautiful,
That, even a hand molded
From no mold couldn't have
Chosen a better place to put them all,
And a better species to
Have them to hold.
