Revenge and Justice

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Honor is a rare gift unmade by feeling and hand
For human beings are as plentiful as grains in the sand.
In a second, we drop to our knees and begin to fall.
Pouring out our hearts and burying it all.

So I threw forth my arms with a single shed tear exclaiming "Not I!"
I can strengthen my heart and find an answer to the question "Why."
The process is simple with a tormented heart.
To grasp the bindings in a world fallen apart.

We contort our hands to slip through shackles of obsessive misery.
To take hold of the weapon and use it as our personal artillery.
But if we love ourselves we wouldn't need revenge.
For on this newest day we've no one to avenge.

So we dismantle their cannons and their guns.
For we do not need to punish anymore sons.
But always remember a most important lesson if nothing else will expand:
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.