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I am a Man. - (written by a man)



I am a Man.

I contain within me

The potential to violate another life.

A darkness that could strip away the dignity of another soul.

I bind that darkness with my conscious hand,

Keeping it in check every time.

This darkness takes over when I am pushed to my limits.

I am aware of this part of me...

This force within me.

I bind it with my conscious hand,

Keeping my conscience clear and away from the corruption of darkness.


What of those men who are not aware?

What of those men who can't see their own darkness?

What of those men who are not aware,

That their masks of appropriateness might slip on a bad day,

That they could turn into something hideous when no one's watching?

Will they be able to bind their darkness before their hidden instincts kick in?


What of those men who choose to live out their darkness?

Proudly inflicting pain and suffering on the innocent,

Seeking pleasure in violating the dignity and boundaries of another conscious living soul?

What of those men?

Should they be allowed to live out their darkness...

Should they be allowed to escape the hands of the supreme judge of all souls - Justice?

Or should they be castrated, killed, or lynched in public?

Should they be inflicted with the same pain that they inflicted on other souls?


If so, will you accept the same fate upon yourself

If one day, you become the culprit?

Will you wish the same fate upon yourself

If one day, you violate the boundary of another soul?


Who are these violators?

Why are they corrupt and violent?

Where do they originate?

What is their essence in truth?

What is their purpose?

Who made them?


Thoughts and emotions cannot be captured, contained, or judged,

For they are water, never constant, never the same.

But actions materialize.

Actions manifest out in the world, for all eyes to judge.

Actions affect another life.


I am a conscious man.

But I am not in control of all of reality.

I do not control all of me.

I am aware of it.

I can strive to materialize the best of me...

I can try to be deliberate when I materialize,

My ideas, thoughts, and emotions.

I can try not to give in to my darker instincts

Whenever life becomes too much for me...


Let the lost lives of innocent children, women, and men be engraved into my heart,

So that I may not give in to the darkness within me 

And my potential for violating another conscious life.

Let the universe help me, not to materialize the worst of my darkness,

But instead to bring forth my love, my light, and my devotion to life.


(Written by a man)

- Paradox.

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