I try to create and i can’t,i try to destroy and i do it all too well,i try to live with the destruction and i can’t, i try to avoid the destruction but it explodes from within me. I’m cruel without justification, I’m kind to compensate, when good intentions trigger bad dispositions.I preach of patience, i kindle kindness, i herald hope, i generate generosity, and i behold all beauty. But in the end I’m still the shattered, and cruel tool of destruction that i will always be…