Yukimura

Wretched, wicked, woeful beasts.
These humans that crawl the earth.
Their every inclination is towards wickedness.
Even when they are selfless,
They are selfish.
They always fight,
Even when they agree.
They seek only their first desire.
God watches on high.
Created for so much,
yet amounting to so little.
He gives them free will,
And they throw it in his face.
He brings His wrath upon them,
and they respond in turn with bitterness.
Even the best among them are garbage.
And yet He loves them.
They are from His own heart,
And He loves them,
More than they could know.
Yet they detest him and barrate him.
They are like a poisoned well.
There is much to them,
Yet the poison permeates all.
God sorrows, and cries a single tear.
A single tear falls into the well,
And it is pure once more.
But humans have one divine right.
One that has been with them from the beginning.
Choice.
Will it be their downfall,
Or their salvation?

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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.