//Cut the cord and pull some strings make yourself some angel wings and if those angel wings don't fly someone's going to paint you another sky// -Paper doll by John Mayer
A battalion named after us, a land for brothers and sisters but then there were guns that backfired and in the stampede born of confusion and trepidation our innocence died a painful death.
In the process of our everyday negotiations with the world we often switch between being generous and being selfish and with the passage of time hate burgeons between people distancing them above and beyond.
When the urge for vengeance reaches a fever pitch that's when bridges break that's when things fall apart that's when your wounds smile roguishly before rubbing the leftover salt in the wounds of many others.
But the world is not a chess floor on a personal level it's your own perspective that determines what is right and what is wrong the world is way too complicated for you to not always contradict your own ideas and decisions for you to be able to think at all times in the terms of absolute black-and-white.