Behind the doors were choices
One, two, three, and four
Behind the doors were promises
Of love, of hate, of peace, and of war
The man had two choices
One good, and one bad
To provide balance in despite of his beliefs
For some to thrive, others must suffer
And he screamed at the sky
"Why must it be so?, why I cannot achieve serenity with my choices"
And the voice within reminded him
"One day it shall not be so"