Blackened Souls

This life I live, my everyday

Grows more tiring with each passing moment.

The age of my soul exceeds my own

By at least a couple of decades or so.

My beliefs and mind are in a constant debate

About what is really right or wrong.

“Forgive and forget,” I tell to myself,

“The wrongs of the past are gone.”

“But why d****t, why?” I respond in kind,

The conflict of thoughts arousing my rage.

And why should they not, one has to concede,

That many an unspeakable deed

That is committed by humanity itself

Has no love, no mercy, no light.

And so why should I, of all beings

In this world of blackened hearts,

Be the one to redeem these spirits,

When it is I that they scorn?

The answer, of course,

That is obvious to all,

Is that I should let them be damned,

And let them burn.

And as long as I’ve ignored this blatant conclusion,

I feel it is time for a change of solution

To the constant issue of malicious intent.

And so I say to all those souls,

Those heartless demons that are hate given form,

“F**k you, you unfathomable beings,

And return to the hells that you spawned from!

Our world is as dark as can be,

And we all are sick of you

Not letting us see.”

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~ extremely powerfully articulated perspective... being outraged is an important step in evolution... it's not the last one... but to get to one's destination, one has to go through it...