It was only in the morning I woke up
With a renewed respect for evil
Its cleverness and sheer hard work
Its dedication to its intentions
I still believe it all begins
With some fundamental misunderstanding
A sense of injury envy fuels
At not being appreciated respected
Which finally leads to violence
Leaving the good stunned and silent
Their only weapons reason and love
Unsure how far those will get them
Each one standing alone on the stage
With only forgiveness to protect them
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