Compassion Is My Own Dissent

Inked in Blood
In this world where darkness reigns over all our lives
where my desire for vengence nearly overtakes me
the lies poisoning our hearts and veins
bones and marrow
hope seems a dream and love is a curse now aborted
yet we would die just for something real
our facade burns and crumbles away
we cannot live without someone else
who shares our pain and bares our sorrows
this is a battle for your souls, to fight is not a choice
the arrows of the enemy pierce to freeze your heart
and to numb you with pain of loss
rendering you helpless
will your response be bent towards hate -
helping the plague to spread?
umb with pain, still enduring
what will your decision be when the time comes
to draw the lines
will you love and have mercy in spite of your doom?
compassion is my only dissent
I am resolved only to this