where is the line

between sinner and saint?

does vengeance make you sick

or does it make you great?

when they take my eye,

is it right to sit and wait?

shouldn't i strike back

so we may meet the same fate?

if the whole world is blind,

is it really that bad?

should appearances matter?

should we be afraid of

the dark?

should we let ancient philosophies

tell us how to light our spark?

why can't we think

of a better way to fight

than by judging who's wrong

and which one is right?

can't we just let them live

without condemning their life?

is there a way to be free

from the stigma of strife?

and will it ever be enough

to satisfy?

will you be satisfied

if you take just an eye?

or will you keep taking and taking

until the whole world is blind?

I chose her,

Her, her own "I"

I chose her, my other "I"

I went blind for my other "I"

She went blind for her "I"

Blind, all for my love

Blind, I went for all her love.

You are doing something bad to him because he did the same to you.

You hate him for that ,you considered him evil will you hate yourself too?

Will you consider yourself evil too? Because you did the same thing that he did to you the thing that you considered bad.

Prison guard tortured the prisoner for many years one day prisoers took control over the prison they caught all the guards. All the prisoners have lot of anger in them one suggested that they should torture the guards as they torture them other asked that if he hated guards for that he said yes than the other one said that would you not hate youself then because you are doing the same thing that they did to him one knocked this one out and they tortured the guards.

I knew a Savior, the Second of God,

Who came, and, in love, with ultimate command,

Taught us to bear suffering, the rod

of oppression, withstand

and yet I wonder if, should all to death their life,

losing, one by one, eye by eye,

Should not the Saint and Sinner, too,

Accomplish little, but die?

Still, I know, in loss of life,

Our Savior in this partook.

For in falling down in the name of Love

His own life He forsook.

And why can't we, His Bride,

Lose our eyes for love,

for yet they are only eyes!

Me thinks its for the sake of Pride

That we dare not go dancing blind-

Sightless, yes, this we'd be,

But it isn't for this world we need to see.

Blind retribution seeking solace; a sort of spectacle we put on to feed the monstrosities that demand their voracious appetites be sate; we feed with vigor--killings and maiming, a buffet of limbs and gore. The human heart corrupted by darkness, slowly our humanity attenuates until it is no more.

"Vengence is mine" said God.

Meanwhile this human being and that one couldn't see him and humanity doesn't always do the greatest job of listening to the omnipetint being in the room.

Let the punishment fit the crime, Eye for eye. It was thought to be justice until humanity somehow mixed up justice and revenge. Can we please remember that's only one eye for each one eye? Of course leave the humans to it and they start forgetting that ratio. No wonder so many people were going blind.