How It Was
Thoughts were the fragments of diminished dreams,
The passions that grew as time intervened.
Events altered the future,
And the creak of the world tipped into a mass of disgruntled life when giant feet bounced,
And stepped on the innocent.
Innocence screamed from the past,
From a world once known,
And sin mirrored destruction.
Sin was apparent,
But never like this.