Once I was asked a question,
Who would you ever die for?
When everyone else was thinking,
I had my answer and my words.
I was always precise like that.
When it was my turn to answer,
I did say what I needed to say.
But they all stared, wide eyed.
Each with the same horrified face.
Only five then, I couldn't know, shouldn't know,
That no one deserved to die.
They asked if I had anyone I cared about,
And I answered with the same honesty.
Yes, yes I do,
But why did no one deserve to die?
Was I wrong to say that I would die for no one?
It was my only truth.
After all, no one, in my eyes, didn't deserve to be killed.
So why do we have so many standards,
But are okay with killing no one?
If he deserved to be killed, then that should be done by you.
Didn't they tell us God would punish, that he was just and fair?
That if you deserved a curse, he would send it there?
So why are we humans told to make sure,
That no one was killed?
Why should we care?
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