let your world break apart, you'll build a new one. let go. let yourself break apart. the world is not under your control, but your steps are. sin is blindness, inability to turn on yourself.
The Past World.
Colourful and full.
Warm like the sun itself.
The predecessor of all.
The home to all.
Vivid with its countless
beliefs.
Maybe they kept it alive.
Only for so long though.
when the Past World died,
with it died Faith.
We can only hope
to do better in the end.
The current world.
Its under our control,
our guidance.
We will build it,
form it to our desires.
Make it into something
to believe in.
The current world came
silent, cold, and harmonic.
With a never seen
calmness to it.
With the stability
we all yearned for.
