The raw conflict: “to kill or to save” rests
With those sure of heart who know themselves best.
The side that lies with shimm’ring grass abides
By a morality of pure reality,
Untempered by the harsh fire’s turn of tide
To harm and cruelly kill hearts brutally
Without the poison’s pull within its hide.
But as does good live, so too does corruption,
Rotten and torn to rue the ruined more
With wicked, wayward ways in an eruption
That harks no light and sees no wisdom’s lore
In the destructive flowing thoughts’ abruption.
‘Tis I, and only I, the unity of thought
That lets no one side rule with all I’ve fought.