Being good can be a pain
Being good is actually a pain
When it offers no sweet gain
As it is supposed to avail
It hurts when the evil thrives
When it becomes the world's order
The good gets bedridden and weak
Being evil becomes so sleek
It's not surprising when evil is punished
But it hurts when one suffers with the wicked
Good should yield good returns
But bad things also befall the good
So far it's hard to be good
Violence seems more preferable
If we'll be punished after all
Let's be bad then and know it's our lot
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DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'
PoesiaJust poems that express my deep, dark heart....though I got illuminated by Christ's Light.
