A single heart beats in an army of a thousand,
Steady, faithless, lifeless, questioning,
Screaming, Searching
A steady stream of virtue flowing out of the world in terror and in horrors of the traumatic past that ebb and stay and freeze and die in fear and question of what is to happen, and who can blame them for their intense fear and phobias and insecurities that all have, and while the real blame lies in letting the fears take the best in the heart, there is no fear confronted from the hypocrisy of the world.

My screams, frozen in the evil that the world is now immersed in,
My pleads, a ribbon before the dagger before me,
My ideals, raped and tossed by the virtue of the great great world,
And it is only then that I realize,
That darkness is not evil,
That light is not good,
That tears are not sin,
That the skies are clear,
That the stars are tiny,
That atoms are large,
That water is both death and life,
That politic and virtue both lie on the same line in perspective of the world.

I know, but I do not know.
What am I meant to know?