An old soul and an odd one
I’m the latter so certainly you’re the first one
They met on a war
A war among themselves
The latter asked if this is the right place
The first one asked if this is the right time
The old soul decided that this is their right place
And the odd one agreed and told this is their right time.
The old soul taught the latter how to live
The odd one showed the first one how to love
Together, they find peace
but later on they remembered that they’re at war
They fought and fought and fought
They bleed from a scratch then suddenly there’s a lot.
Do you know what happened next?
I killed them.
Because peace and war can’t coexist in the same page
And for this story, an old soul also can’t coexist with an odd one.
Will It make me a killer
If I decided to end their misery?
Will it make me the bad one
If I stopped believing in their capacity?
Am I still the odd one?
If I started thinking like them, like the society?
-Phl
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