The Story Telling, Never Once Told Poem by clawdea benat

Never once told by the creator. The god and goddesses of the sun, the moon and the air and earth.
Whole impact had affected the whole humanity. The tribe, the aborigines, their rituals. On how they were driven out by these god's and goddesses and became cast away in the uncivilized world. Thinking alone without alibi from the other world. Far, far away across the million miles of modern societies of people's critics and unpredictable future. Of who cares if Earth became theirs and not my god and goddess whom i had created. These two king and queen, under my rule, under my control.
No there's no solution, no outbreak of laws to be given under civilization. The younger once died of hunger and theirs. Lack of food, lack of water, lack of strength, lack of money. Powerful modern societies and government. Gold, pleasure, luxury and greed. So much to look at when they don't release conscience and equal love to the uncivilized life of my people. God no more.

Their god exist. Like mine, god and goddess. Under my imagination. They controlled their own god. Worship there own Idols.
Idolatry. Shameful
but I he created me. Who i made a simple tablet for Him. My creation god and goddess no more. One is powerful that he only I obeyed. The uncivilized people is hes children. The sun, air, earth, land and water are not to be worshipped. Where he creates them. In order for this modern and uncivilized people to saw and bathe under the sun. To have air to breathe. To have night to rest.
A land that he'd given. Cruelty and greed rises. Over power human soul. The existence of the tribe are gone and decreasing.
SO much to look out. But clinging onto Him will leave us un worried and thankful.
Still, we focus on the main thing. That is our own life and characteristics. How we will stand up on our onw bare feet.-0