Wherever I turn, wherever I go,
this is the way, I've got to come back to.
There is nowhere I can turn to,
no one whom I can ask for help.

No one will pay the price,
for the salvation that comes,
to rescue us, from this monstrosity.

What can one say, what can one do,
to stop this madness from spreading?

False accusations hurt our hearts,
the illogic behind it, the emotions that
arise has torn me ashunder.
Who will believe? Who has the will
To show me the way, to battle this
evil? When all possible solutions
I have thought of, are offered as,
the answer to it all?
It has become all too common,
for me to turn a deaf ear. I do not,
want to lose, my sympathy, and
my compassion,
which faces this devil.

For one day, being all too common,
with the evil that comes, I will be
apathetic to it all, and the greatest
crime, I will commit.

I will destroy the evil, the voice that
turns my cries of sympathy, my
cries of "Help me, you're my only
hope." into the apathethy that I now
allow to possess me, when it happens.

Originally written: 23 Jun 1997