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Till the blood dries.



 "The blood oozing out from the cut, gave me immense satisfaction."
 "But where was the cut?"
 "His neck."

          I recently read about Nietzsche's thoughts on Morality and how the good and the evil have been reversed. He asks one to revise the existing norms and to live on ones mental instincts rather than following the herd morality. Isn't that a contradiction there?
           The individual's mental instincts. Would they be good? Who decides the evil? Where do you cross the line?
           When one is raped, why is there pressure on the law by the family? Would indirect foreordained justification calm your blood? No doubt Nietzsche spoke shit about democracy.

'A 16-year-old girl and her 22-year-old boyfriend were arrested for killing the girl’s adopted parents and leaving their bodies in the house to rot in an upmarket neighbourhood in Vadodara.'
 I am no psychopath, this equally shocked me. Where do you draw the line? Means? Means.

           You forgive and forget? Or you solely forgive? How many times would you forgive? Can I mock at your patience; When they spit outside your door and when you complain, on your face? When they eve tease your daughter everyday and threaten you with big contacts? When they body shame you? Insult you? 
            Imagine someone you have been close to. The one who knew your nerves; they'd make you laugh, they'd make you cry with a single gesture and all they choose to do is the latter. How would you deal with the helplessness? When they pierce your heart abusing your treasures? When they find it the ugliest what they called the most beautiful in you? When they demean your lifestyle by self-proclaiming theirs? When they laugh at your hardships and blame you for being the victim? 
Would you sit back post all the crying? 

          How long is indifference the sweetest revenge? Doesn't your blood boil, human? Where was your fault?
Tell me why you sat back to hear it all. Who was the sufferer? Who shifted uncomfortably at nights in sleep? Who was afraid of smiling at the mirror? Who was smoking their lungs out to deal with the anxiety?

 Means. Courage and Means. Realization, Courage and Means. Confidence. The same Means. Vengeance.
Not for them. You are no Stone-heart. It is for you.

            "But where was the cut?"
         "His neck." Said the woman who was sodomized, while blood on her thighs had dried.

 Morality is you.







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  1. Unknown31 May 2016 at 21:12

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  2. Unknown29 September 2017 at 02:47

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