Evil can only be measured against the good deeds of men
As we measure our successes
Against the times we are less than successful
And so we compare our loves to those we despise
We judge our pains by our pleasures
Our days are contrasted by our night-times
This planet which we ride
Is the gap that divides
One particle of nothingness from the next.
That void that occupies the space between one atom
And another
Is as busy as all eternity
We are separated by a distance
Even when we touch
Immeasurable by the human eye
And each and every moment between being loved
And not being loved
Is simply a question of how far away
You are from me
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