I'm pretty, but not beautiful.
I sin, but I'm not the devil.
I'm good, but I'm not an angel.
ㅤㅤㅤMaybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fences, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some girl the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a girl be our monster, and are we not related to her in our own hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.
I sin, but I'm not the devil.
I'm good, but I'm not an angel.
ㅤㅤㅤMaybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fences, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some girl the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a girl be our monster, and are we not related to her in our own hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.