A Thing Hated Among Men Poem by Tyson Green

Two sides, varying power. Though the better has become stronger. The bad grows sour.

The bad still has power, though the better is strong. It wants what the better does not, that which is wrong.

It wiggles and writhes in it's anger, furious with the better. Slowly it grows it's power, soon to break from it's fetter.

The time will come, like it has before. Though may the Lord say 'No' and shut the door.

Sometimes it's strength is that of the better, sometimes more. But never more than that of the begetter.

A thing hated among men that gives the bad more power. Oh! How it feels like im climbing a thousand story tower!

Standing under the water, a box of disappointment, of shame. This thing, oh how I wish it had never came!

Wishful thoughts see a future where this thing is not here! Where I can be free! Free from its jeer!

Oh how I hate it with all my soul! I wish to be warm, and not to be cold!

'One day I will make it hurt! Like how once it hurt me! ' But the Lord says 'That is wrong, and of the bad. Do not give in to he.'

'It has already been cast to the darkness of hell, where all you can hear is it's plea. Leave it to it's demons.' He said to me.