God formed a delicate heartbeat inside the womb of a mother

He had the perfect features in mind for this life to look just like her parents

With thick, long locks like her mother and aquamarine eyes like her father

But what once was so dear

Soon later became seared

What could have been, with God, perfection or even, to something, the resolution

Has now been forgotten and forbidden

Who could have been the next genius cancer-curer

Has now been made a cadaver

How long until a voice for the voiceless speaks up?

How long until this world ceases being so corrupt?

Soon God will come and bring justice; He’ll fix all that has been broken                           

Until then, pray this world will repent and be forgiven

“For they know not what they do”

Psalm 139:13