Smeared
Some choices to make
While some to impose
Among them is little choice
What can smear your soul??
Many answers were heard
Loudest of Blood
Followed by Greed
Then came hatred
Accompanied with Pain
Out of all the chaos
Still could be heard
Some whispers of grief
Some whispers of love
I choose sate
For it brings both
The peace of mind
And rest of soul.
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