Its Impossible

by DarkKnight   Jul 23, 2013


Untill the Sun turns into ice
and each individual Star winks out
when Jesus adorned with thorney crown
like Thomas begins to doubt.

As all the Oceans become fields of roses
and Deserts spring up with cool water
when every parent upon this earth no longer
loves Son or Daughter.

When all Wars and Famines die and all
creeds accept one another when the sound
of a crying child is not comforted by its Mother.

Then this is the day I will come to you
and say that I loved You never but Suns will
die and all children cry and you will still
be waiting forever.

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