You complained that justice doesn’t exist.
I said it does but is being asleep. Her dreams are governing, and many of them are nightmares.
You said you care about justice.
And when I asked you for half of your meal, you didn’t offer it to me.
Instead you said that I should cook for myself.
And when I was weak and you were strong and we had to carry a weight, you asked me to grab the one side while you were grabbing the other, because this is fair you said.
How can a king be dressed like a God while a beggar dresses from garbage, I asked you.
Well it is just, you said, cause a king is a king.
And when I pointed to you that the beggar can live without the king, but the king without the beggar will get drown in a sewage, you called me absurd.
And you keep…
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Tales of Unwise Paths 