Why Good People Suffer-STAVESACRE

Tell you what I want to, never more than what is safe, I show you what I want to, and the rest I hide away, Sometimes I can feel myself leaning towards the basest of things, Am I just a liar, or a killer, or a beast? Should I sit in judgement? Would I have to judge me? I couldn’t tell you why good people suffer, I couldn’t tell you why the bad ones run free, God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked, I only know that that covers…covers me. Do I feel like screaming when the weak fall to the strong? Would I trade my freedom for a cheap thrill, right for wrong? And even if I could just rid the world of all the evil within, would that include me? Well, I guess that would depend. Should I sit in judgement? Would I have to judge me? I couldn’t tell you why good people suffer, I couldn’t tell you why the bad ones run free, God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked, I only know that that covers…covers me. Who am I? I couldn’t tell you why good people suffer, I couldn’t tell you why the bad ones run free, God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked, I only know that that covers…covers me. [[Category:Stacesacre]]

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