A Tragic Hero

I am a threat to humanity.

I am a savior to humanity.

I am very infamous.

I am very famous.

I grant power.

I grant protection.

People fear my presence.

People praise my existence.

I am a factor to death.

I am a factor to survival.

I am used ruthlessly.

I am used strategically.

I make the innocent tremble.

I make the enemies surrender.

I can be harmful.

I can be harmless.

I bring chaos.

I bring justice.

I can be wild.

I can be tamed.

I can end lives.

I can save lives.

I am used at will.

I am used when necessary.

I am used for pure evil.

I am used for the greater good.

They want to exile me.

But I have a right to stay.

I have no brain.

The one who wields me does.

I have no control over me.

The one who wields me does.

I am nothing but an empty shell.

Unless the one who wields me loads me.

I feel no remorse.

The one who wields me can.

Whoever I hit can perish.

The one who wields me knows that.

They know how dangerous I am.

Yet I am still needed by many.

They think I am the one who kills.

But the one who wields me decides that.

I come with great power.

But I can reveal great corruption.

 

 

I am like a double edged sword.

 

I can take you to hell….

…or heaven.

I am the villain….

….but also the hero.

My fate is decided by the one who carries.

And also decides the fate of who’s around me.