Many times, many times, many places, many things, many people, many sins

Have I seen in my life.

I have seen many times, that it is evil that wins,

And then the world was marked by strife.

I have seen the world ripped and torn,

Then forced back together again.

The world is a land,

Of undeniable beauty,

Yet still a land of death,

The world is a land,

Marked by many acts gory,

Yet still, a place of life.

The world is a place of kindly love,

Yet also a place of hate,

How can this be, oh, how can this be?

How can the world be so contradictory?