The good and the bad
Weighing heavily on your back
Neither of them on par
In an endless match of Tug of War.
The good side pulls
Clingling to the rules
The tapestry of moral
Heart like coral.
The bad side tugs
Intentions like a broken mug
Twisted and selfish for power
Hungry for danger.
The angel resists
The grip on the rope twists
Insists we seek justice
And not let moral go amiss.
The devil shakes its head
There is nothing to ammend
Pulling harder on the rope
Looking for power like a trend.
The angel grits its teeth
”Rotten like a corpse’s reek,”
It announces to its face
The balance more delicate than lace.
The rope suddenly snaps
Splayed out like a map
The good and the bad glance
None of them got the chance.
None are possesed by only one
None as pure as a nun
None always craving broken fun
And always on the run.
