Lit with sulfurous blaze of hate and division they quarreled amongst each other in a useless attempt proving their nonsense points of views might be worth something. A generation lost within its own selfishness, dragged by its peggy desires into a dry pit of desolation. The seed their fathers sowed, brought up a dry thorny shoot. Their mothers conceived shame for their reputation. Punishment lies within the folds of the crime and no one, No One escapes justice. The winding ways of justice ends up with a feather sensitive scale that weighs all hearts of men and judges all according to a divine and delicate measure. Yet not one sets his eyes up to gather those fruits of such absolution that folds either release or indebtedness. A black marble or a white one, which would you choose young man? Should I lock you up till your debt is due or should you choose life? Why do you blindfold your eyes? Is the light too bright to see? Or is your lusting imagination a better place to be? Choose whatever you may, from the scales of life you shall go nowhere. What you shoot shall hunt you and what you spare one day will save you. I have shown you the ways of life and the pits of death, I have made the light clear as well as the darkness so that you wont have an excuse to hang on to when the curve of time straightens and the tales of man on this earth come to an end.
Choose life, and live.