Beauty In Every Mess Poem by Christopher Cariad
Beauty In Every Mess
We are what we make,
out of this universe,
just a steaming pile of shit
clinging to this earth.
Left to rot and return to the dirt.
One day the universe will find its light.
One day the Son will rise,
and on that day
the shit will change
into balls of gas,
burning ever so brightly,
In the heavens distant skies.
For Christ we seek,
We shine our light on God’s kingdom.
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