What gives one the right to enforce justice?
What is distinguished to allow the decision between right and wrong?
Have the courage to accept what I decree. I am more, and I will fight your war.
Do not believe that we think clearest when we are at peace.
The deepest feelings follow a knock from trepidation.
Maybe what I am doing is wrong.

I’m trying to succeed in the game that has become my life,
so that it will surpass being but the cheap comedic relief I so wholeheartedly fear.
Am I able to change the world through my words? ~I don’t think I can.
It was not I that created these letters that I arrange;
I am nothing without all that the sky has given to me
I am inspired by naught but anguish and despair
I take selfishly when I discover pieces of happiness and consume
greedily until my mind tires of this pointless pursuit of satiety.
Me! I am special! I am somebody!
Please tell me that I am.
Do you think what I am doing is wrong?

If there is no black and white, why must it all be grey?
What ever happened to that which we once knew in childhood
to be the spectrum of colors?
Must we forever be committing sin? God loves me as much as I’d love to ask him why.
No… more. He has given me more,
and the more I have the more it is my duty to forever try at understanding.
Meanwhile, the realization has arrived: we will always be undeserving.
Endlessly falling back and forth between entirety and a harrowed piece of the entity;
Let this be my lesson on contempt. I fear my existence is a joke.
I didn’t know what I was doing was wrong.