I don’t appeal to a higher power;

Because victims have called to no reply;

And since the light itself does not bring sight,

Why not ask of the dark that made hope die?

I don’t believe in true dark and pure light; 

Because as monsters go, once you zoom in, 

You discern each villain, who kills and rapes 

And tortures, once was – or still is – human.

As such, there are some elites who profit

From the deaths of the hell bringers and ghouls. 

If I must choose the lesser evil,

Let the fools be the judge of cruel tools. 

We know the gods we pray to won’t bother;

But I believe humans as demons abound,

Who will, in the universal law of time,

Drag themselves, screaming, into the hard ground.