No soul is good,
nor is it heinous.
Some have a good time,
and the bells chime in their stories.
Others have been stabbed,
and their life events have been detrimental.
Worriment was triggered after so much experience.
They weren't told that no one is superior,
nor was a single body the eminent.
Their soul quickly turned from pale to black, and they clearly lack much humanity and emotional intelligence.
Pain was never an excuse for a felony.
An apology doesn't quell the agony.
Must you pay for your misdemeanour?
If you were wise, you'd have been sincere.
But must you not wither?
Don't lose heart.
Fix those sins and no one will think you're a queer.
Yes, the truth might sting,
but at least give it a start.
The soul belongs to those who have fought their fears.
Pain affects everyone,
including the devil and God,
but let me tell you,
the devil was the weaker of the two.
