Perhaps the goal is making all the rotten people rot
In hell, of course, as punishment for all the things they’re not
But possibly another way to help the goodness win
Is using something else which could erode the stubborn sin.
To make the hate get rusty, frayed, or chipped or charred or marred,
To smuggle in some kindness that would melt a heart that’s hard.
Betraying the betrayal with a loyalty to love,
Could spread a new disease of ease from heaven up above
A traitor with the thieves who has a perfect life to give,
Would surely burn the system with eternal life to live.
