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Is not he that man, who you heard preaching the virtues
of love, kindness, forgiveness and all good things?
The man that is baying for the blood of the monster
who ruined his favorite garden?
Where did that preaching mode go? Where did that
deep faith in love, kindness, forgiveness disappeared?
When it came to the hurt, destruction of others,
he was the first one to sing songs of virtues,
how angels forgive, weak hearts have not the power!
How forgiveness is sign of man, without it a heart is stone,
now he is sitting there, frothing from mouth, cursing his heads off,
plotting fifty plots to settle his score!
Just because some monster ruined his flowers, tore them to pieces
and flattened plants to ground!
You can still hear him preaching forgiveness to those whose lives
have been destroyed like his favorite garden, ripped to pieces, crushed
ruined beyond repair. How loudly he preached them!
How opinions change when victims change, when others hurt some
never feel the pain.