Disillusioned Morality

I remember things that haven't happened yet It's like deja vu is stuck in my head I have these premonitions of things to come What should I do with these powers I've borne? I have the power to save those in need But what if they're destined to do a cruel deed? If I come to their aid, they'll spend life in a cell And if I don't they'll spend it in Hell Maybe I can sort out how to manage this curse I can put things on levels by who is worse But what gives me the right to decide Who's worthy to live and who's ready to die? Is society ready to meet their true fate? Or is it all destined to explode in their face? Maybe a life is meant to be small Maybe I'm meant to do nothing at all Can you even call it help If a bruise is now a welt? Life can only be postponed Until the day it melts