i think what frightens me the most
is that there is no undo button
so every action i make is final.
shall i spend my life doing nothing?
but there is so much evil in the world to undo
maybe the greatest mystery is that there is no undo button
and that we must find one,
make one,
or become one,
to be saved from the future's past,
from the fall,
from that damned fruit.
Like it
It is just really hard
To save a world
That dont know how
To be saved.
KS
From Themselves
i think the beauty of it is
i think the beauty of it is that we can't save ourselves. the point of this poem was unsaid, that it's already been done. the death of christ was the great undoing
the beauty
Is left
Unsaid.
KS