The Truth and Choice
The truth is dead
It has no will
No good
No bad
No nothing
But us
We, Me,You
Mankind can choose
what to do
how to do
should we do?
Lucifer, The bringer of light
The source of our plight
For man's enemy is here
and there
in every head a line
to hell
to heaven
to both
Our blessing and our curse
Limitless cruelty
Unimaginable suffering
Infinite good
Godliness.
But can ideas survive on this broken earth
from heaven or hell?
Or will they just strangle us.
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