"everything is weighed equally, nothing is out of place
because the universe hangs in b a l a n c e.
however, look closely,
and observe the state of the inhabitants of this world,
you'll see that there is too much pain
and terror tainted upon this place
we call home, that it makes it impossible
for it to be what it could have been,
all these years in the p a s t."
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Catharsis
Poetryca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...