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Fools see and hear no evil.
As they believe in their hearts that it doesn't exist.
They say that you can't fight hate with hate.
So I ask...
Does not blood meet blood in war?
Does soldiers lay aside their weapons in the heart of war, to give salute to their enemies?... Forbid not!
Does these fools not see the many wars that are waged against the children of the sun?
It winks at us with a kiss...
As them that hate us... wax pale.
They are sore vexed... stark raving mad!
Yet they fail to understand what ails them, as they foam at their mouths like rabid dogs...
I despise them! And rightfully so.
They prey for the spill of our blood...they seek to devour our flesh, to crush our bones.
And our ashes... they wish to cast in the flames so that we are no longer even a memory.
Enticed by our Golden Brown Onyx that provokes their moral deficiencies.
And though the fool has chosen to be deaf... dumb... and blind.
They have also chosen my indignation to become the center of their deluded attention.
But unlike our enemies... my rage is innocent of bloodshed.
Yet the fools still say that I'm wrong, and that I should turn the other cheek.
Be not deceived... I understand that even wisdom can be found in fear.
But the fool isn't humble... nor is he of peace.
Fools are haunted by their shadows that lurks of their own terrors within.
In fact... even I pity the fool.
Because the fool has lived his life as a coward... and will die a coward...
Jen'uwin Mor c2020
