The Beast

Wild_Beast_by_Blazbaros (1)

The risk of fighting
the beast is that you
become the beast.

“He started it,” the
playground cry, does
not wipe away our
responsibility. There
can be no wars if no
one shows up, arguments
if one is silently
compassionate. Feed
not the beast, dear ones,
or you may be its next dinner.

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