Evil is but the shallow portrait,
Painted by those devoid of thought.
Destruction is the very essence of life
Allowing for the creation sought.

Should one who tears down the old
Feel remorse if be motives unbound?
How can anyone question mortal ends.
While a baby’s laughter resounds?

One must never indulge in the crime
Denying balance of mortality and unlife,
For though one soul may pass this earth,
Another will emerge to greet Earthly sight.

Seeking its master, the elder soul commits,
To either return to life a newly born child
Or merge completely into others at peace;
Accepting nirvana home until life’s next cycle.

Imagine a world where nothing would end;
A perpetual state of meaningless existence.
Perhaps immortality seems to be a blessing,
But in the end, the only salvation is desistance.