Purity

There are no demons

Other than in tablets and scripture

If at all there is

It is the one that has written it as so

In the hearts of humans 

Lies dormant, darkness

In the dogmas, they paint pretty pictures

Of morals and deeds of saintly nature

Yet the soul knows

What it has spun, in its momentary lapses

Of vile and putrid filth

That always lashes it's shores

Yet, the audacity to call another evil

When their own existence is nothing less

There is no lesser in this

Only purity

A pure in such is a better soul

Than an impure at this impurity

Both, are human, both its breeding

And as it unleashes in fragments

Of sterling egos, staunch beliefs 

It is all but easy to see

For the unhastened mind

For it always stops to hear

The evil a heart harbours