Evil Has No Easy Explanation

Music: Prelude in Eb Minor
By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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Evil has no easy explanation. Everyone is evil and is good. Sometimes we watch ourselves do something evil Frozen in a scream that's never heard. We cannot stop ourselves, so we go on, Knowing somewhere else the horror plays And plays and plays until we are forgiven, Healed by someone's gift of unearned love. When someone has been tortured as a child, Evil, like a mad dog, crouches near. One buries it deep in a vaulted, lead-lined chamber, But zombie-like it stalks the world within. It's strange that darkened children need forgiveness For evil that they suffer, innocent. But guilt's the trademark of humiliation, Burned into the flesh of memory. Love washes over evil like an ocean, Sweeping over seething, fisted anger, Drowning it in cold, unquiet depths, Leaving you weak and weeping on the strand. You wouldn't be yourself without the pain That twists inside like penitential dancers, Making you the stage of some strange beauty, Like no one else, the host of our redemption.