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.

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