Good

From a single breath
Life spreads its seed asunder
And flocks of foes are formed,
Cast in a mold of anger

All things that radiate joy
And gleam of felicity
Will triumph and prosper
Past lifetimes of gloom

Fated are those that resolve
to act their role in the gloomy twilight
As tiny, militant spores that
Threaten to mess the lovely

When the meek settle their dreadfulness
And the music can be heard
All else will count
As a beseeching vagrant

From a single breath
Life spreads its seed asunder
And blazing voices of good
Are towering to a flooded peak of perfection