I see light in the darkness.
I see the leaves fall.
I see the sun rise above the sky.
The heat enveloping us all.
I see the peace in a riot.
Scattered on the broken glass.
The children cry, yet sing.
Upon the starving mass.
I see the joy in anger.
The bloodlust for hate.
But I help the needy otherwise.
For help is never too late
I see the divine in the unholy.
The blessed tainted with corrupt blood.
The sins that is the never pure.
To their eyes, deep buried in mud.
I see the love in abuse.
The correct in the Wrong.
The forgiveness in the inflicters.
For forgiveness never to long.
I see the shadows over the horizon.
And the sorrow in the soldiers beer.
Lay down, my child, and rest.
Close your eyes, and forget the evil, my dear.
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Eravaash (
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Comments3
Very interesting....I understand you in many ways...We have to see the opposite of things in order to appreciate them correctly. Light & Darkness are equal and you cannot have anything good without respecting the fact that it may not last forever....Nice job
I think I know where you are going here . One has to walk on both sides of the street to know the block .
We need to know the bad to see the good. Good write,
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