“Justice does not steer us in a direction, nor does it conform to the emotion of anger. One is calm, through Justice. One is decisive and planning, through Justice. One does not maneuver with a blade or gun to the target of oppression, and call it Justice. For Justice is never personal.”– Modern Romanticism
The objective fool will call “Justice” to be a thing based around anger. It is not, factually so. How is anger an element to Justice, when Justice can only represent order? When Vengeance would destroy, how does Justice have its mention in destruction? How is anger an element to Justice, when anger will only breed fire? Fire wastes. It wastes and relives that destruction, over again. It causes a cycle that does not end, until forgiveness is placed in the middle of it.
Anger is only a reaction. It must be suppressed. With anger, fumes from smoke are caused.
Nothing about Justice relates to anger. This is a fact. Anger is on the side of Vengeance, not Justice. When a fool will state that Justice must be “dealt”, through his or her anger, they are speaking of Vengeance. Vengeance tears down. Vengeance does not raise. Justice would repair. Justice would forgive. Only a fool whose grief and anger has gotten the better of them, has flooded their mind, cannot see that it is Vengeance, not Justice, that makes hatred known.
Fires bleed through the streets, as it holds the same coloring as blood and innards. We rip, tear, and yank in Vengeance, as Justice would only be gentle. It is Justice, too, that remains stagnant.
There is no movement that can claim Justice to be its strength. A movement moves. Justice does not.
Justice stays within.
Vengeance would seek to kill. Justice would seek to live.
Emptiness blots out life, in the Vengeance that had killed the beating heart. What animals of the streets must be tamed by the leash, so that they do not use their anger, when they cannot be calmed, on their own? It is pitiful.
Speak of truth, through Justice. Speak of lies, through Vengeance. To call your Vengeance as Justice, is to be the epitome of all liars. One is the untamed animal, deconstructing the building to make the wood and leaves, once again. They are now in the wild, with their primal instincts, disgusted at development, grinning at downfall. What a sad story.