Many argue, the ways of good must be adorned
Upheld and carried out
There is always place for love or forgiveness  
The earth too small for anguish, burning
But alas, they are deceived
For how would man know what evil is
If good need not exist?
For who would villains fight?
For what would they fight for
If no one opposes?
There shall always be good
As long as there is perspective
As long as there is man
The constant battle shall continue
There is no end
No end to this madness