More meaningless words

Distilled taint, pure and charming, we are the lovers of evil.
Consuming since birth, judging gods and plotting an upheaval.
Creatures cursed with unending pain, living hell, yet loving every curse.
Sinking lower and lower, growing, bleeding, going from bad to worse.

We are the redeemers, the heart-bearing helpers, we are the lovers of good.
Innate kindness, praising gods and rebuilding the foundations as we could.
Creations blessed with a mind, surely heaven, yet bleeding every blessing.
Rising higher and higher, floating, smiling, and glory in our caressing.

How can such a thing be?
This surely isn't me!
How can logic be defied?
Thus the answer was denied. . .

No use trying then.
No point knowing when.
If we already decided then there will be nothing more.
And so the choice was the right one in its core.

Shades of gray are all but lies we decide to cry over.
Blindness of tomorrow, and mourning of yesterday, moreover.
One and a half, or half of one, either way one lost half.
Silly fear of shame, deeper scars, and one to deliver on one's behalf.

Copyright © 2003 Eduardo Bottaro