by Erickson Almario
Published on: May 13, 2010
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Type: Poetry

True peace can never be attained through random acts of violence that justify the things we fight for or the beliefs we seek refuge in.
Peace is lovely, harmonious, and is the see-all, end-all result of the darkest days of the world we live in.
Where conflict is seen to be rampant, peace is imminent and inevitable.
No matter how many wars you start, how many people you kill, and how many bodies that pile up at the local landfill there is more good than there is evil in this world.
People say I perpetuate the everyday cycle of violence, but would I have a soul if I did not think about the things I do or the people I lend my support to?
Hear my voice, heed the words I speak.
I am the Jackal. And I will not die.

Without evil there is no good, without conflict there is no peace.
Just is the act one man commits of self preservation if he is to die without notion



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