| You will soon see my heavy burden of pain is not unique Just one of many flawed souls treading water in this sea of depravity We are not the only ones to witness the world's seemingly desperate plight As once bright creatures of the light are now lost in the endless confusion The tide must be turned, Chaos shall not be allowed to reign Grudgingly I admit that your forbidden offer tempts me Often I have pondered the darker aspect's power to entice Would it feel like you have insinuated, sweet decadent delight Could my soul truly languish in its seductively murky depths? No, I must be strong and stay my preferred course Falling into the vast pit of complacency & indifference are all too easy It requires more courage & strength of character to meet hatred with love Than to slash some one with a vile sword of words regardless of grounds Remember your history, Rome grew fat & bloated on its corruption Until the crescendo of chaos toppled Her like oh so many dominoes Upon witnessing devotion, why must you gnash your teeth & curse in rage? Is it a result of the Fall that you observe matters in such a contemptible light? Once you were cherished & loved by "Him", the one you profess to despise He must love you still or why leave you on earth to plague us so? As such, I willn't be overwhelmed in your current of twisted & cynical logic Human nature doesn't always bask in the fetid waters of degradation At our best we can be joyful, compassionate, creative, loving beings of light Capable of such wondrous deeds & dazzling feats of selflessness One only has to look at our behavior during times of duress to know The eternal balance sought between good & evil rages on Your crudely veiled attempts at sexual innuendo, I see thru A smart man would keep a civil tongue or risk having it cut off Apparently I appear to you as a garden-variety slow-witted harlot Soon, you will find that I am a worthy advesary not easily dismissed Cease these vulgar jests; they will not sway me to your wanton cause I may appear foolish & weak to some With my out of fashion beliefs & ideals It might even be said that I possess a child-like innocence A gentle ignorance of the inner workings of the real world. perhaps In truth, the light doesn't blind me to reality as you have suggested |
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| The Saint's Impassioned Rebuttal |
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| - Davina Hsiao- July 2002 |