When two antagonisms meet
Side by side again replete
There are two defeats
The slain who becomes the slayer
Then the slayer who becomes the slain
Aren't both then pitted with regret?
When these two deceivers speak
There's only one truth
It doesn't take a sleuth
Both are misled in their own belief
In their debrief of each other—
They alone understand the truth.
Better to be the one who doesn't fight
Doesn't defend a loathsome half-truth?
Who doesn't exploit another's non-defence?
Better to be wrong than righteous and right
Than defend with might an untruth?
Deeds that'll replenish evils recompense
Replenish, recompense evils honest appetite.
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