Lost

I write these words and all they say are things that are wrong with the world today of hate and pain and brothers lost of death and sadness for no cause,
i wish to write of something new of hope and love or a life anew of peaceful things and a helpful hand but there is none in this bitter land even those who try to help find a way to serve there self,
but be steady and fast in your works cause judgment is coming on the wings of the ones we hurt there will be a bill for all of this ill will and the judgment will reflect what you have built