Tug Of War

The rope dozes, 

Between the adversaries,

As the tug of war, poised 

Between vigor.

The yelling of the gangs happens.

The black and white,

The angels and demons.

The heaven and hell.

And the rituals and beliefs, 

Incite the contest.

The fiber gashes and deteriorates, 

As the game of the vanquisher, 

Progresses in the nerves.

As the tension throngs, 

The strand reinforces 

With the wrapper of conception.

By confiding, the concealed force, within.

The thread withholds and forgoes 

The regiment of awful deeds.

The tug of war gets dabbled, 

Between legions, of irresistible 

Temptation.

Nevertheless, the crusade is withheld by 

The stress handled by the cord, against 

The battalion, by combating the 

Moral discretion.