There are only two roads, Not one nor three, Nothing in the middle, And nothing before. There is justice and injustice, Goodness and wickedness, And between the two, there is no balance. Benefiting from the fruit of the wicked is for the wicked. Silence doesn't equal innocence. The guilty lie and say they do not see, To bring comfort to their corruption. But there are only two roads, On which side do you stand? Do you think you're hiding? That you're not seen? The mask has been identified repeatedly. Be true to you, and stand where you belong. Because there are only two roads, If you don't decide for yourself, the wicked will.