To Be Evil or Not

Whether 'tis horrible to fill your mind with sin
And think of weapons of terror and destruction
Or to take arms against a sea of enemies,
And by opposing kill them? To murder: to stab;
All the time; and by a death to say we end
A life with a thousand natural shocks
That electricity burns , 'tis a goal
Devoutly to be wish'd. To knife;
To drown: perchance to shoot with a rifle

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When down to the grave the victim goes
This must Not give us pause: there's the disrespect
That makes others lives miserable lives
For who would bear the lashes and whips of
The righteous oppressor, the humble man’s pain
The pangs of manipulative love, the law's delay,
The dishonesty and fraud in office
That impatient desire to destroy all in sight,
When he himself might his life take...
...With a bare bodkin? who would daggers bear
To grunt and sweat in the attack
But that the dread of something after death,
Does not bother the one who causes demise
No innocent return from that dark grave
And makes us bear the guilt that homicide causes
We can not shuffle off the condemnation
That conscience pokes us to repent
And thus the native hue of resolution,
Can be turned aside by doubt
And enterprises that we should take right now
End amidst the plan of action
And lose the sweet smell of death
Rough is the end of all mankind
The devil with open arms does find
That all the evil will end with him
In the lake of fire that burns
Never ending the scorch and sizzle
Screaming does prevail forever
Utter darkness and gnashing of teeth
Pain beyond description or belief
The Rich Man wanted others warned
But Abraham said the prophets did speak
The truth of God of life everlasting