Within all men there are two sides
The uneven mix of dark and light
The good and The evil
Even the purest of saints have a dash of rage
And the purest of monsters have a hint of compassion
But I only show one side or the other
Never both at the same time
Only one, the one I don't despise
The one I try so hard to keep alive
Struggling to keep the other side hidden
Pushing it deep down inside
Hoping it will never find its way out
Then letting the other shine through
But deep in the shadows
The evil will find its way
Eating me away from the inside
The good I hold brings me relief
But the evil inside will be my defeat
Two sides of man fighting to be the victor
This is the reason man will never be sinless
But what if I was to concentrate
The good from the evil
I can be a pure monster
The evil will rise through my flesh
Or I can be a pure saint
The light of God glowing from my face
It shall be the perfect mix.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem