In held 'twas in I

When I set foot on a poisonous world,
what life did I forgo?
How is it in my veins to punish?
It is by love alone that things last
and whoso finds hatred withdraws.
It is guilt not to have loved better,
but to repent one must grasp the other.
That I wouldn't be able to do that
is clearly not true,
but for one I'm looking at what offends me
and just as evasively
I accept any given situational constraint.
It is not an error in judgment,
but in sympathy
- I blind myself to my soul,
wind myself up
and become callous.
I am trying to rescue mankind,
what I'm aiming at deserves to be loved better
and I have to throw my lot in with it.