Contrast

Written on 8:17 PM by Unknown


Could there be saints without a sinner, masters without beginners
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate 
Charity is nothing without need, would not be needed without greed,
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
We would all follow like cattle with no constant contrast battle,
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate 
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate

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Could there be saints without a sinner, masters without beginners
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate 
Charity is nothing without need, would not be needed without greed,
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
We would all follow like cattle with no constant contrast battle,
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate 
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
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