Earth[Sonnet]

Our hands hold the earth up high,
We feel these emotions within,
We realize we just live to die,
There's wrinkles upon our skin,
This life is no such fantasy,
Just push through your mistakes,
Fill your soul with ecstasy,
Don't appear as fake,
This world is slowly turning,
We watch these days go by,
Time is fastly burning,
The conclusions are worth a try,
With all above accomplishments,
There is no further room for sin.