There is a part of the body and soul.
That is so dark in nature so cruel.
When it shows it's ugly face inside.
Tempts with feelings of hatred in the mind.
With images of damaging someone's life.
Thoughts of love become anger inside.
There are some who let it take control.
Let it fester like an infection in the soul.
Then there are others with the will to find.
Inside them the strength of the fight.
keep control of evils thought in the mind.
Knowledge of these thing keeps them alive.
With out hate there can be no love inside.
With out fear there can be no will to fight.
With out sadness theres no appreciation for life.
With out evil there can be no good inside.
To fear evil doesn't make you weak in the soul.
Makes your will to fight it that much more.
So you see it's balance which makes us whole.
Without one there is no other in this world.
Thats what separates good and evils might.
This is what gives good strength of the fight.

------- Author's Notes -------

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