A Perfect World
This world was once perfect,
With only the kindest of people,
Caring for one another,
As if everyone were friends,
Until the sinners came.
Through the eyes of a sinner,
We would see,
And anarchy all around us.
Through the eyes of a saint,
We would see,
And tenderness within,
Every sinner's eyes.
Everyone is a saint,
But there will always be,
A coat of sin on every saint.
Every sinner has,
The brain of a saint,
The heart of a saint,
But a soul of a sinner.
So during the time of refreshing,
Every saint will lose their coat,
But every sinner will lose their soul,
Returning the world,
To the way it was,
When everything was perfect.
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