Forged
from the same mount,
Burned
in the fires of hell,
Believe
me when I say,
Evil
has a twin, powerful as well.
Like
chalk and cheese together,
One
lives, one dies, one hopes,
One
denies, one gives, one takes,
But
left fighting they're on the ropes.
Evil
has seemed the victor,
Has
taken often the upper hand,
Comes
first in the dawning,
But
sheds no light across the land.
Hissing
like a wild banshee,
Screaming
as a crazy old fool,
His
brother tho' born in darkness,
Broke
free, exception to the rule.
Where
noise of badness resounds,
The
other brings in a calm,
Restores
to us and everyone,
A
life of purpose we find alarm.
The
voice of Evil's twin,
Is
as a rainbow 'neath the sky,
A
softness in the gift of joy,
Lifts
us high so we can fly.
Founded
in the duality law,
He
comes again to show me,
When
hope seems lost in Evil,
He
is the light I always see.
Do
we recognise this hero,
When
Evil loses ground again,
Rejoice
for he shall conquer,
Love
is stronger and will remain.
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