From a curse at birth,
Bearing a black tattoo of the devil,
With the scar of half the unholy number,
A child grows into a man of both sides.
Doing good for the world,
By feeding the poor and sheltering the sick,
Bringing peace to conflict,
And repairing the destroyed lives.
Doing harm to the world,
Causing conflict with actions,
Robbing banks for wealth,
Falling to the power of corruption.
Whether the man will bring the end,
Or whether he'll bring forth the new begining,
He is neither good nor evil,
But at a state inbetween...
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