Its a strange paradox to look to the middle east and dance for joy over the death of men who destroyed men. A paradox in that they danced when they killed, now we dance, when we killed them. Do we really think we are different. Are we? indefinetly, we need to be thankful that men who kill have been removed from power, but with complete sobriatly we ought to move on and commit ourselves to not let it happen again. Individually most of us probably dont kill.
But what about the murder of the soul?
how often do I tear people down, and kill their self-worth with words.
One thing I will dance for is when my tongue can be "killed" so that it can kill no more.
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