Once the spirit of defending what appears to be right is confused, the fighting becomes a brute battle. It becomes a personal achievement. Many times in one’s life, this spirit is often misconceived because of various reasons. Friends die or friends betray. Family turns into a blurring view of a forgotten spring. Loneliness suddenly is an ally and the only song that made sense is when the hands are stained with blood. Enemies changed into a faithful companion. What is right and what is wrong remains an unanswered question because justice is still not served. For there to be peace, must life be slaughtered? Perhaps death is the single suitable retribution for a defender. With death there is hope for a decent rebirth of the spirit.
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