These bodies we inhabit  

Our host of sorts 

We may judge persecute torture 

But what in truth is at fault 

The spirit? 

The body?

Or the soul, 

as the two come into one. 

For if we knew and saw only through the eyes of our sprit 

Or only through the eyes of these corpses 

Who then would we be? 

And how together do we become different? 

For we must all become one 

And we must All be three 

So how then do we find justice? 

-jules Ral