Maybe it's not so much that I'm evil
As it's easier to blame myself than accept that
I have no control over most things.
Maybe I'm not so much bad
As human.
And people aren't sadistic
So much as broken.
Who was the first human to break another?
Or did something outside of humanity break us
Was it being cast out of Eden?
The Flood?
Striking our brother out of anger, only to find he cannot rise again?
Maybe there is no good or evil.
Maybe we invented those concepts to feel more in control
In a terrifying void of chaos.
Why oh why
Must uncertainty
Be
The
Only
Certainty
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