Good and Evil

Do you feel free

Like somethin’ll be

Wrong and twisted

Hard and crested

A bird of a dark path in the wrong

A ripple of a drop in a pond

Feeling delighted

And feeling weak

We are the descendants of the poor and meek

There is a contrast between bad and evil

Bad is an old man, ancient and feable

The big brother of good is pure

A heart willing for every cure

Blessed white

Accursed black

The world is full of that.