The lies collect dispassionately before us

Torn between a life we live and a life we fear

Though the choice isn’t always evident we’re

Deciding on something beyond ourselves

Because who can say what hope eternal damnation springs

Or everlasting glory when loved ones scream in torment

We are taught compassion, but is it for naught?

Surely the root of all torment lies not in Hell

But in the division of Good and Evil?