A poem addressed to Kira, by a person living in his world.
Dark Utopia
I remember the world when it was bad,
Awful, dark and sad.
I lived in fear of what the future had in stow
I was afraid of all the woe
Then God came down to save us all,
Kira was the god's namely call.
Weather you are a god or person with justice in mind,
You have still saved our wretched kind.
Bad people are dying, how good the world has grown.
I'm not afraid to walk alone.
But what of those who've died?
Exactly who's rules did they not abide?
Prisons empty, no more crime,
The cries of dead I hear all the time.
Now the world is fearful again,
Fearing the fate of those who've bled
Your "Utopia" is not what it seems,
This sparkling world doesn't gleam
We still live in fear of death,
But only at the hands of your godly wrath.
My first poem fic! I'm so happy. I think it was good. Reveiws plz!