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Justice and vengeance take a blurry, slippery ride that blends right around the exit.
It depends mostly on the climactic action taken, and the context.
When a man takes revenge, for the right reasons, we call it justice.
When a man oversteps revenge, we call it wrath.
What dictates the right reasons? What moral superiority do we, as readers, narrators, and gods have over the injured.
The hungry, the wanting.
The have-not.
What leonine smugness.
When one takes, wounds, or even sleights, should we not inflict in return?
That, to me is justice.
But what if the pendulum swings an injury too far.
A graze becomes a gash, a gash becomes a wound, an eye for an eye leaves the world blind?
A life for an eye ensures the first thief of pride and site cannot take again.
Perhaps that proverb only serves as a warning against halfhearted revenge.
Take.
For no one has the proper, matching decoder to your particular moral compass.
Slay, as a wound can fester.
A harsh lesson, for a harsh world, buried in swarming, wicked humanity.
Take. With cunning when no one is watching.
Take. With power when everyone is watching.
Ever paranoid of the thieves, insolents,
and fawning followers that would put the knife in your ribs the moment you took your mind from what you've won.
Hold your judgement til the pieces have all played and fallen.
Perhaps you're some revenant saint, and entitled to the first stone.
But hold that bludgeoning, lobbed
justice
until you've plunged into the icy misfortune of another.
Or worse.
