In this world of darkness and despair,
Where shadows and fears are the rulers of air,
There exists a force that cannot be ignored,
A duality of life that leaves souls floored. 

Killing, the word that shatters tranquility,
An act that challenges our human civility.
It simmers with unrest and emotions raw,
A subject so contentious, it leaves minds in awe.

Amidst the chaos, a question takes flight, Does death grant freedom, or is it a blight? For some, it's a curse, a vile, tragic end,
While others perceive it as a pain-obliterating friend.

Where does the line exist, between right and wrong?