In the end,
We'll have to fall in line again
To be judged by a powerful eye.
Our souls,
Fully bared to its deepest flesh,
Will soon earn what they deserve.
Or will it?
Cause as I see it now,
Benevolence now runs foul with fairness,
Or are His scales so fragile that
Love could easily overturn justice?
Would you forgive a man who's murdered innocents,
Expecting you'll hold his hand with peace in heaven?
Would you let yourself be surrounded by betrayers
Inside the very halls of God's holy haven?
Or would you give your benevolent heart a chance,
Forget the scales of justice for a while.
Restore your trust to your adulterous wife,
Because in the end, they say, love always triumphs?
The world is a sick disgusting piece of rotten meat,
Where the greedy lives and everyone else dies,
Where loopholes and paradoxes proliferate in every written rule,
Where men says things and mean the other,
Where conflicts are solved through the spillage of meaningless words and blood,
Where a solution of a problem becomes the trigger of another, much bigger problem.
Where the thing they call "justice" is a stupid broken scale,
Where everyone deserves to die.
But in the end, does it matter?
The problems of the world can't be solved in a lifetime.
The scales of justice can't be perfected by imperfect beings.
In the end, we just live.
We just don't care, we just forgive.
Life's too short to hold a grudge.
Damn it, life's just too short for anything, really.
So let it go. Just be happy.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
