there is a line
for all of us, that when crossed
we turn into
a beast.
betrayal or lies,
disrespcet might
transform us
into
the Hulk, perhaps,
the Thing,
Dracula,
or Mr. Hyde.
they lurk within us
waiting their
turn if need be,
to settle a quarrel
or fight.
by day though, we
shrould
ourselves as best we can
in goodness
and civility.
we gently
and wear a cloak of white.
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