Sunday, October 30, 2011

Paradox

Spiraling down,
The situation is lost.
What once was, will not be; what cannot happen, will.

An endless battle,
There will be no victor.
Those who would die, live; those who create, kill.

A storm of anger,
The heart is torn open.
Those who loved, hate; those who would hate, forgive.

Life grows anew,
True hope springs eternal.
Those who hibernate, awaken; those who would be lost, live.

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