Who will we be?

Who are we?

We are humans.

We are life.

We are death.

We are what mends the bond to the earth,

and what breaks it.

We are complicated.

Inside us all is a soul,

one that could spread light,

or steal it.

And yet - we all have darkness within.

The world is fading,

but a mere flickering image of what the beauty of life once was.

Who is responsible?

Who must take the blame?

Is the end of the beginning the curse that we created?

Or simply a mistake?

Humanity's intelligent,

But far from smart.

And far from empathetic.

Yet, for the few that are lights in the dark, shine on.

But, truly,

who are we?

Within us is power,

greater than we could ever know.

We must use it for good. Or at least try.

Because within ourselves are unseen monsters we cannot even realize are there.

And the more we know,

The more we realise that we are the true villains, the evil waiting in the shadows, unaware of our own malevolence.

But I also know that within us is hope.

Goodness.

Beauty.

We just must tune into the innermost traces of it.

Because for mercy we are losing it all.

Look past our interior of pain and suffering and death,

And life you shall find.

Life.

Hope.

A beginning,

a new beginning we must create like we have the shadows.

Because man must right their wrongs.