Two conflicting entities exist in people
One can always be found at a podium
A pulpit offering promises never kept
Illuminates the deperate masses with the reflection of thier own dimming light
Inside it is hallow filling its emptiness with beauty that can never be appreciated
The other is a monster
It frowns and scowls
Who will look on it and not be disgusted?
It shouts and screams
Who will listen?
Threatens and bullies
Who can not be afraid of it?
Yet it wipes tears that havent yet been shed
It light shines brightest in the dark
Its touch the most gentle
Its love the purest
