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I hold a coin, and before flipping it, I ponder

The world is not good

I tell these stories to make you feel better

There are humanitarians and caregivers

Men and women of valour

There are benefactors, globalists and monsters who sleep well at night, unperturbed at being monsters

We are mortals, We wake, work and dream

We ache all day and commute with heartbreak and pains

As the universe expands, our tolerance and imagination dwindles

We are man, broken and ignorant

No facades exist here, no light beneath the shadows. We are exactly what we seem

Nevertheless, the problem is not only in the ideology but also the methodology

Before I flip it, I examine both sides

HEADS:

Just people see shades of grey and hesitate to do whats right

A lie of omission is still a lie

A crime of inaction is still a crime

Good men do good for recognition of those within their sight

Their good is half measured, born out of convenience rather than necessity

Right taken out of necessity should not be the goal we aspire to but look around you

It has to be stirred within us; it needs a diatribe

That need, that passive feeling to let evil bloom till it is so overwhelmingly obvious is nocuous

That when the sins are named, and ignorance is brought up

Morality bows to logic yet arguments are long worded, tautological with no substance and vacuous

Good men are magnanimous

The universe is everything but

TAILS

Evil, it seeps and crawls

Grabbing all within its thrawls

Good men find options, good people hesitate

Evil is meticulous and calculated; it is the nature of hate

It is anything but laggard

Always one step ahead, while planning for the far future

Men of evil vary yet are united for they are all dastards

They are sequacious chthonic and fear the repercussions by covering themselves metaphorically or physically with hoods

The worst of men believe they are the best of us

The truly despicable... convince themselves they are the greater good

It lands upright, the overlooked variable

IT STANDS:

Hope is immaterial 

Without actions, it can never be realised 

Truth outshines the darkness, only if it is viewed

Our presence and actions make the untouchable real

Justice is undefeatable

Being in the presence of someone who wields it is ethereal

Finding someone that pure is almost impossible

Becoming that person is a thrill

I speak like a man who does not see the world from his abode

I think like a man who has never encountered a forked road

Evil grows, and good cowers

Until it is reversed I say:

The world is not good

I tell these stories to make me feel better

SO LET'S FLIP THE COIN.