These are things hidden, subtle,

yet right outside our doors

In our ignorance and our colorblindness

we feed them more and more

in ways we refuse to see

History cannot truly change

if the heart of man stays the same

It’s a vicious cycle that goes on and on.

Who will pick up the shattered pieces of this fallen world?

I’m falling to my knees,

punched in the gut by all this misery.

I moan,

Creation groans.

Don’t tell me that total depravity is not a thing