World Of The Wicked

In the World of the wicked and the vile,
Where the hatred reigns and hope doth smile,
There lived a group of souls, so lost and blind,
Their actions caused the world to unwind.

Their hearts were black, their deeds were foul,
They brought only pain, no joy or soul,
Their words were laced with venom and hate,
And their presence left a trail of despair and fate.

But then, one day, a spark of light,
A glimmer of hope in the darkest night,
A change within, a newfound sight,
A chance to leave the past behind and take flight.

They saw the error of their ways,
The harm they caused, the lives they swayed,
And with a newfound purpose, they did strive,
To make amends and change their lives.

Their hearts were opened, their minds were free,
And they saw the world in a new light,
A world full of beauty, full of glee,
A world they had neglected, but now could see.

They stood up tall, with heads held high,
And vowed to make a brighter sky,
To bring joy, to bring hope, to bring change,
To make the world a better place to arrange.

And so they did, with hearts full of cheer,
And deeds full of kindness, year by year,
They brought light to the darkest of places,
And filled the world with grace and praise.

Their terrible moments became a thing of the past,
Their positive energy, a shining fast,
And though they could not change the past,
They changed the present, and made it last.

And so they lived, with hearts full of light,
And brought hope to the darkest of nights,
And though the world may still be flawed,
They made a difference, and that's what mattered.