The field is the world, the good seed the subjects of the kingdom.
The darnel the subjects of the evil one.
We are sowed at random.
We are, we fear with no one.

There are momentirely evil people.
There are no entirely good folk.
Our own goodness hardly stands out like a church steeple.
There is good and evil in all of us that we can unhooked.

Is there really an evil one lying in wait.
Ready to tempt us with all we really want.
Will we like darnel be cast into the fire to our own passions sate.
Will he at our death taunt us.

This is what I believe, the bad in us at death will go to be fired.
The good in us, we will find the One has of us not tired.