A natural reaction to offence is defence
and walking on corpses of defeated enemies is justified
because you know for a fact that they would walk all over you
It is, unfortunately, true.
And yet, it bothers me. I simply cannot do it
and not because I am not good at slaying
but precisely because I am.
I can see myself cutting them right and left
with sweet words whispered into the right ears .
I sometimes take offence and do exactly that
but it brings me little satisfaction.
I feel ill and wrong; dirty from head to toe
and even though I have the right to lash out
I prefer to keep my hands clean and my head straight
I don’t want to hurt ’em. I don’t want anyone to hurt.
It’s stupid because nobody will return the favour
There is no saviour nor knights nor a slightest bit of goodness
Human nature is not made for such things;
and it’s all right. I am not an angel
I am hardly on the angel’s side on a good day,
But still I cannot.
I refuse to actively pursue my offenders.
The thought of stooping to their level makes me sick
I rather wish them well and fight tooth and nail for finding the mercy inside
to forget and forgive – move on!
I am good at that after years of practice.
I feel better like that
even though they say you must be hard as rock to survive…
I prefer to be soft and, you know, live.