The Doors

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"