There is both
Good and bad in us all,
That runs through our veins;
Like a battle of two wolves,
Fighting for the reigns.
Fueled by our actions;
Throughout the course
Of our life,
We look for mere moments,
To be enticed.
It's much easier to turn a blind eye
And to be selfish and think
Only of our needs,
Close our eyes
To the hearts that bleed.
We all hold a different skill,
Talents in us bestowed
By the glory of God.
He did not make us the same,
So we would stand together, not alone.
The wise will see
Victory is deemed,
By the evil within thats shackled
And the good within us
Set free! ! !
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