This often feels hell…

So much suffering, anger, and so much pain

Division caused by all the wrong decisions

Nothing is forgiven

It’s a never-ending cycle, it’s a prison

Why aren’t we more driven to act as a whole?

We’re divided, when will we finally be united?

What will it take?

For all of us to wake?

It’s a balance and good and evil need to coexist

The problem is not that evil exists

The problem is that it’s often winning

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