Was wondering: If I were a known target at one time, before the joxtabutts entered the mix; and the taking of my life were of utmost desire. Dregs, you might say; and if I were, in turn, to take of another's life, in multiplicity. Then, if the perversion of a governing body were to seek twists-more of the system to enlist judgement against, in the act of prosecution. And, failed, miserably, at this also. Should I feel the vindication of self-imposed remorse that would be wielded wildly at me? As in, provoking thoughts of innocence that were to be spoken of illy. For the sole act of accordance with living my existence in their acceptable domain. As once, I may be excluded from the Glory of the sought of Heaven, and it's comfort. I know, it's crazy, but this is hypothetical, and is so, so applicable at my current phase of the time-progression. Only serious responses, please. If you cannot appreciate the seriousness of Death, and fashion your keyed response responsibly: by all means, REFRAIN:::.
no don't feel pity, don't feel remorse, don't feel at all. Innocence is an illusion, its smooth skin tears down with blade of justice soaring.
This innocence is something I've never maintained. I find myself rather amused that others project it for someone else, in order they may be in observance of theirs. Often it's been that someone has been witnessed brutalized, and taking upon an order of not vindication, but remedy; it's necessary that the sole-seeker of correction be the blight. This is the main indication I want to observe, for others. It's often referred to as 'Street Justice', vigilantism, whatever. But, when taken on in rhythm what may be assumed to be a constant field of delivery, I find it fascinating one must fall from the Grace of the God Almighty. So, that others may continue, in deliverance of denial, as it were. To what really takes place, that is...
