"Who can argue the beauty or ugly,
when in the end we were born to die."

Forbidden words, cause for a discussion.  Which leads to an altercation.  A dispute that will never end.  From different points of views we try to defend.  Something way beyond what any of us can comprehend.  But we still continue to quarrel.   Revealing who is more moral.  Yet there is no making an amend.  Sinking lower and lower as we all condescend.  A manifest error to begin.  We all sin!

ROOM 302
She was surrounded by the dead.
As if she was going crazy in her head.
Out of room 302 she had fled.
Down stairs to second floor.
Her co-worker she cried out for.
Told the story, they'd inquired to explore.
Was there really a spirit of a little girl?

As others at the hotel had disbelieved.
A pictured drawn, she had not deceived.
For others, as to be retrieved.
Set before them was a drawing of a girl.
Now knowing the story, thought to be absurd.
Wondering..............................
Was there really a spirit of a little girl?