Human

For every winner,
there is one who must lose...
For one who rejoices, there is one that screams heavily in pain.
For every heavenly pleasure received, there is an abundance of blood shed.

Every charity given, there is equal malice.
The world is of each cold and warm.
The world meaning us as people...ever flowing fickle.

Never comfortable.

A burning sensation will ease to morphine.
But laughs and happiness will subside.
Sadness and redicule can and will live inside of you, and him, and her...but can lift to content and praise.

Godliness will fall and give way to evil daily.
While forcefulness will eventually give way to silence.
Hate will always conjure...
All the while allowing love to cure the madness.
But as always kindness will never remain sober.

And on and on.

For there is black and white.
On and off.
Day and night
Failure  and redemption.
No once has the antidote for humaness.
No one.

-Me again :)