Trickery or lottery
The outcome is the same
We win,
The bad guy goes to hell
If only life was that simple
Right was always right
Left stayed left
No confusion
Line between good and evil never smudged
No one crossed over
Reality dictates
Sometimes bad guys win
Gain the upper-hand
We are thrust beneath their murky crowns
Drowning in the filth
Gulping the insanity
Choking on the hate
Blurred minds,
Broken promises
Turning ourselves off-centre from the narrow path
Following where they blindly lead
Our pity lends to looking in and feeds vain self deceit
