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A Villain's Wisdom

- A Villain's Wisdom -

What sort of world is this, that these words,
   ring more true with each and every passing hour?
Hate has become more common than is love,
   and one is called evil because they are different!
My only crime is that I am unusual and unique,
   whilst for that there are those who wish me dead.
In society today, there is much that is absurd,
   a society that robs the marginalized of their power.
Good balance is lost; no as below as is above,
   whilst the world burns beneath the very firmament!
Too many hands seeking to cause me to break,
   making me long to fill their hearts all with dread.

How is it that adults never truly understand me,
   yet in the company of a child, I can find my peace?
Humanity has lost its' capacity for good reason,
   and one bad day has become a series of sufferings.
I once longed to save mankind, to lead it bright,
   into a future where no more pain could be known.
But humanity rejects me, destroying its' destiny,
   too many are enslaved, only few desire to be free!
Only in the children is there hope most pleasing,
   and something beautiful within hearts glimmering.
Too few adults who have that same perfect light,
   the way is harsher than ever, true paths overgrown.

Walk with me if you can, understand if possible,
   the things that I say, and the things that are unsaid.
Know the reason for my every madness, be wise,
   enough to realize that what I do is for fair purpose.
I speak only the things that carry in them wisdom,
   even when my words are angry, they are still truth.
What must I become to survive a world so hostile,
   that because of others' malice I have bitterly bled?
She gazes up at me, as I see love in her soft eyes,
   and I remain her champion, as she is all my bliss.
For this child, I would raze a thousand kingdoms,
   until all pain from this world was at last removed!

Every villain begins as a hero seeking what is best...
   until the path diverges, and the darkness makes sense.
My nightmares are many, and infrequent is my rest...
   my pain is great, and my fire must be allowed to vent.
For her, I shall be even as the night itself if I must be,
   and bathe the universe in flame, to restore its' dignity!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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