Question of a angel
Once an angel has visited the world of the living..
The angel will be questioning why the earth is so colorful...
While so many people are so blue..
The angel tells the others;
“These people are disappointed when they don't get everything they wanted..
They don't care about the trees..
How long will it take 'till they forget that meat once was a living animal?
An egg comes from a chicken?”
And they all bow their heads in silence, knowing..
“It’s too late now..”
And we humans..
Don't realize each others pain..
Don't see the world is turning grey,
Instead of the beautiful green..
The angel remarks,
'We made the humans too wise..
They’re too dumb for this wisdom..'
The angel will be questioning why the earth is so colorful...
While so many people are so blue..
The angel tells the others;
“These people are disappointed when they don't get everything they wanted..
They don't care about the trees..
How long will it take 'till they forget that meat once was a living animal?
An egg comes from a chicken?”
And they all bow their heads in silence, knowing..
“It’s too late now..”
And we humans..
Don't realize each others pain..
Don't see the world is turning grey,
Instead of the beautiful green..
The angel remarks,
'We made the humans too wise..
They’re too dumb for this wisdom..'
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 januari 2009 | ||
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