The winding road to redemption.
Can it ever truly be found.
The lie keeps getting passed around.
We all make assumptions, most are absolutely harmless.
But every once in awhile a m80 is dropped in a glass bottle.
How can you say you didn't know the damage it would do.
Papering the wall with glass shards.
I know what your thinking but no one got hurt.
So that makes it less irresponsible somehow.
Who are kidding.
What drugs might you be smoking.
Dancing in a fairy tale.
Having a party of bliss.
But this time, this time there is blood on you hands.
Ignorance is never excuse.
Educate yourself in the consequences of your actions.
A mistake can only be performed once.
If it's repeated the intention has changed.
You knew and didn't care enough to not repeat it.
Painting a disaster, you need to be thrown in a cage.
Covered with news clippings of all the harm you caused.
Your still under illusion your innocent.
But no one is.
Not even me.
We all have hands in something we shouldn't.
Just some are more harmful then others.
With that said we are cutting all ties.
There shall be no guilt by association.
So when you hang from that rope.
Know that it had nothing to do with me,
I'm walking away so I don't bare witness to something I can't unsee.
Just be careful vengeance is not always a clear picture.
People make so many mistakes to those who get in the way of the object aggression.
Do not write down confession on paper for the wrong person might read and become so easily confused.
Grabbing for the knife.
Grabbing for the gun.
A struggle ensue.
And then yet another death is on you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem