Fury and Purity
In a world of lies, dishonesty and farce…
where does kindness come from?
In a universe full of cosmic jokes,
where does real laughter exist?
Life in its’ entirety is an odd mixture
of good and evil…
Both presiding equally…
coexisting in a perverse harmony.
People by nature are good?!?!
I’d like to believe, through the haze of poor choices,
poor souls, and terrible outcomes…
outbursts…
My heart is clean, my truth is pure,
Yet my hands – always dirty- pawing through existence,
clawing for goodness…
At least I find it in you –
if no one else.
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