Wrong Kind Of Persuasion Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Is there a hell?
Is there a place where tortured souls dwell?
Is it as it should be?
Do they belong.
Should they be gone?
Free of their pain.
Everlasting stain.
A conscious in which the names repeat.
The unending beating of such savagery.
Why are we okay the possibly such an existence.
Why do we need such a place to do what is right.
Rules to compel.
Please exhale, start over.
From the beginning.
To the very end knowing what you did was cruel, and you won't be forgiven.
The pulse of acceptance.
It's a constant.
Responsibility for our fellow human beings.
A punishment to confine said to be created by the divine.
But why would they need it?
All powerful, all knowing.
Predicting our downfall with the fleecing of freewill.
A projection in the heart of all men, and it kills.
Obligation to the expectation.
Do tell.
And the giant has been felled.
But what for?
To be shown it can be done?
The fame of morality won.
Yet this game is still ongoing.
Ideas of believers being peddled with crosses to bare.
The truths of scars is they don't always leave the same mark.
Words warped and twisted to our benefit.
Nothing but darkness, that how the night of mankind always ends.
Say what you want if you want.
The choice is all yours, but know your judgement will be taken with a grain of salt.
For you are not the almighty, and he doesn't need someone to speak for him to know the difference between wrong and right.
You wearing a broken halo alright.
And it's been that way since the beginning of time.