I watched the centerpoint before me mistreated and abused,
at the point of this discretion it was nothing that was new.
I had hurt this man, breathing and unmoving in the street,
yet all of this was proposed for every other time I was weak.
He wouldnt hit her anymore, this much of truth was fact,
Yet there was a thought that was rubbing on my back.
She was unmarked, unscathed, and no part of her was stole,
There was a lesson learned; even angels lie to gain control