Paradise Lost Poem

Many
...kingdoms
...Countries
...Civilizations
...Whole people
Have come and gone.

Swept by
...time
...vices and sin
...corruption
...conquest
...Divine righteousness

What makes Paradise?
It isn't the flag
It isn't the whole people
It isn't history that defines that country

For what truly makes Paradise.
Is the countries brave of enough
To face their own mortality
Rather than immortality

So when the sunsets.
Paradise has fallen.
For those who make twisted history
Are forever dooming their future Paradise
To fall through space and time.

And will forever be forgotten.