Life is often our struggle, lose or win.
Evil knows no bounds thus nothing is barred.
Good sets limits, deems otherwise a sin.
All make exceptions: Repute's never marred.
Let's admit Evil's scores are always high.
escaping what Good says they should deserve.
The Good stand tall without concession's sigh,
believing strong in defeat this does serve.
So goes the contest till we'd quit the field.
Good would have both be as they themselves are.
One walks off; Good remains without a yield.
Fortune or no, who is the shinning star?
Evil's glory will not in justice end.
Care less for Good its power to amend.