Infidels

I am that which has many names:
the conciliator of wrong and right,
the liaison between virtuous and debauched,
the judge of all which is good and pure.
But moreover, I am the one who harvests destruction.

With intentions that are pure,
I offer love, compassion, and good will toward men.
These gifts are then exchanged for terror, bigotry, and death.
I am the teacher, watching students bicker over the insignificant,
losing their grasp on the most basic concept in which I instruct.

With hatred and love becoming interchangeable,
I feel my strength over this world depreciating rapidly.
My failure to all, will eventually lead to your failure for all.
The countdown has unfortunately begun, leaving the masses
a choice that will define our future.

This is my final plea, for I  am Morality and you are all infidels.