Post by maeglhachel on Oct 3, 2010 16:08:32 GMT -5
A small sheet of paper, apparently torn from a notebook and then torn in two afterwards, lies rolled into a ball in a corner next to the fireplace in the Wailing Wheel. It has words and sentences written all over in a disorderly fashion, sometimes hastily scribbled and barely legible or not at all. Sometimes every single letter has been carefully painted, as if the writer was practising spelling out the thoughts.
Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or...
What good is knowing right from wrong without resistance?
Resistance is making the wrongdoers stop
Balance is an illusion
There is no such thing as not chosing a side, there is only those who resist and those who become accomplices
Do they even care?
About the victims
Or those who have lost a father, husband, mother, wife, daughter, son?
Please let them care
Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or...
What good is knowing right from wrong without resistance?
Resistance is making the wrongdoers stop
Balance is an illusion
There is no such thing as not chosing a side, there is only those who resist and those who become accomplices
Do they even care?
About the victims
Or those who have lost a father, husband, mother, wife, daughter, son?
Please let them care
