The earth does not forget. Though men may turn away, though time may pass and history may be rewritten, the soil that drinks innocent blood holds its memory. When Cain struck down his brother in the field, he may have thought the act was done in secret, that the earth would simply swallow the evidence of his crime. But God heard the cry of Abel’s blood, it spoke from the ground, testifying of injustice, demanding justice.
Violence and injustice do not vanish simply because they are ignored. The guilty may silence witnesses, erase records, or cover their deeds with time, but the land itself remembers. The echoes of wrongdoing remain in the foundations of cities, in the dust of battlefields, in the rivers that run red long after wars have ceased.
The blood of the innocent cries out, not only in the days of Cain and Abel but in every age where injustice is done. It calls for reckoning, for truth to be revealed, for righteousness to prevail. No deed is truly hidden, no sin is truly forgotten, for God, who sees all, hears the voices of those silenced by oppression.
There is, however, hope beyond the bloodstained ground. While the earth bears witness to human corruption, it also holds the promise of redemption. Just as Abel’s blood cried for justice, the blood of Christ speaks a better word, it cries for mercy, for forgiveness, for restoration. Those who heed its call will find grace, but those who ignore the cries of the innocent will one day answer for the sins the earth refuses to forget.
The earth does not forget, it knows,
The weight of blood, the cry that flows.
Though men may turn their eyes away,
The soil remembers, day by day.
Cain struck down in secret’s veil,
But Abel’s blood began to wail.
Not hidden deep, nor lost in time,
The ground still bears the awful crime.
Injustice done, though left unseen,
Leaves stains upon the land so green.
The earth, though silent, keeps its score,
It cries for those who suffer more.
The blood that spilled in hatred’s name,
Still speaks, still calls for righteous flame.
It cries for truth, for wrong undone,
For justice sought beneath the sun.
Yet there is grace beyond the sin,
For Christ’s own blood speaks loud within.
It cries for mercy, peace, and light,
And bids the soul return to right.
But woe to those who turn away,
For the earth remembers what they slay.
What men forget, the soil will tell,
And justice will, in time, compel.
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