We are vicious creatures. We commit murder without even batting an eyelash.
Our weapon of choice?
Words.
Sometimes the words don't even have to been spoken. Nasty, cruel thinking leads to a nasty, cruel attitude; toxic and poisoning to those surrounding.
And we feel justified somehow, in our way of speaking, our cruel thoughts, our evil attitudes.
All the while leaving a bloody trail of destruction behind us.
I am guilty. So are you.
(Think you're not? Reread the part about feeling justified. This is you times two.)
So when does it stop? Ever?
This isn't just a method of murder. Its suicide.
I can convince myself that my words and the mediation of my heart are justified and righteous, but ultimately, what I'm convinced of means so little.
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