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Virtue
when art and virtue collides
the world divides
I am a monster writing poetry
[the sappiest analogy ever]
yet Peterson said it best
only monsters can be virtuous
by choosing to not act monstrously
actions not words
define us
let it be written
that I know evil and sin
but wish to live in the light
my choice
[most of the time]
the world divides
I am a monster writing poetry
[the sappiest analogy ever]
yet Peterson said it best
only monsters can be virtuous
by choosing to not act monstrously
actions not words
define us
let it be written
that I know evil and sin
but wish to live in the light
my choice
[most of the time]
Published 26th Nov 2022
| Edited 27th Nov 2022
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26th Nov 2022 7:54am
26th Nov 2022 11:35am
2nd Dec 2022 5:19pm
You always write from the heart and soul.
With depth and meaning APPS.
Can light exist without darkness.
Can virtue exist without sin.
Can good exist without evil.
I suppose we will never know for sure.
But it seems logical that no is the answer.
Total light blinds.
Total virtue stifles.
Total good becomes evil.
Life is not black and white. It's grey.
And every shade of color too.
We choose our path every day.
And every day we can be a monster.
A lover, a saint, an angel, a demon.
Because we are all of them.
With depth and meaning APPS.
Can light exist without darkness.
Can virtue exist without sin.
Can good exist without evil.
I suppose we will never know for sure.
But it seems logical that no is the answer.
Total light blinds.
Total virtue stifles.
Total good becomes evil.
Life is not black and white. It's grey.
And every shade of color too.
We choose our path every day.
And every day we can be a monster.
A lover, a saint, an angel, a demon.
Because we are all of them.
3rd Dec 2022 9:38pm
To see through your eyes, to journey in your mind, I would surely go mad and in my madness find a new sanity. With fearless abandon you stand on a edge, cleaving life into darkness and light. Torn in two, the halves become whole, and the whole transforms the world.
I've stood on the edge and fell, finding weakness and strength in my falling.
I've stood on the edge and fell, finding weakness and strength in my falling.
