Unimaginable cruelties preformed simply because one can.
Unfathomable courage, to speak out and take a stand.
The fight goes on, round after round.
Till no one is left standing, not an inch of solid ground.
A fight that can't be won, and no one can say why,
or what drives the hearts of men, good and evil till they die.
What gives a man the right, to take anothers life out of his chest?
In the name of God or love or power, to put his soul to rest.
Does judgement really come around? One may never know.
The only judgement he can see, is deep down in his soul.
To feel the weight of conscience or simply turn away.
To carry its heavy burden until his dying day.
And when his eyes have looked their last, his final breath has come and gone...
Will his spirit weep, for those time that he did nothing and simply went along?
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