What is it, that makes one decide to portray,
The embodiment of kindness, keeping dislike at bay?
When there are others, to whom we decide to display
Pure hatred, without a single thought or sway.
A little bit of evil and a little bit of good
Resides in all, recognize this we should;
The gentle, kind person, that to you is good,
Show malice to someone else, they sure could.
Not just this, the scale may be further skewed,
The goodness contract, the morrow may not be renewed;
The same soul, who decides to be nice to you today,
Tomorrow may decide, to lean the other way.
Does this mean, that deep inside every noble fairy and angel,
There resides a monstrous demon, a devil?
Does this mean that in each boon, there’s hidden a curse?
Does this mean that all goodness, in this world is a farce?
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