Angol
The world was younger then, innocent, still untouched by the dark side of humanity. No blood had been spilled in the name of war. No child had yet been born into slavery. No person had died from starvation or thirst. There was no shortage of housing or clothing. Each man looked out for the other, putting their neighbor's needs above their own. There were no kings or nations; the individual was free to do as they pleased.
The world was undefiled, oblivious, only having seen the beautiful sides of life. A baby's first smile. A little girl pretending their straw doll was their baby. Boys and girls playing tag in the tall grass of the plains, laughing and screaming all the while. Teenage girls gossiping while boys fight for their attention.
The world was pure, yet to have felt the pain and sorrow of tragedy.
