If its there
If its there
It will always be there.
Once you start,
There's no stopping.
If the seed is there,
It will be a weed.
Never dying,
Always inside.
Waiting for its chance.
Picking up
A weapon,
Fighting,
Is like watering
That seed.
It will start to grow
And become unstoppable.
By the time you know
Just what you've become,
Its far too late.
You can never escape
From the past.
Not if you remain.
Even if you do
Manage to destroy
That weed,
Your past will revive it.
And call it back to the surface.
So think.
Before you act.
Know that everything
You ever do
Is just one more chain
To bind you
To your fate.