Why are people so unfair to those whose side they never knew? Why are they so mean to those whose only manner of defense is there own self-public-built character? Why can’t they take things in both ways rather than visiting one area, then without checking the other, conclude immediately what they’d visited was better? Who are they to stand up and say they knew, but for a mere fact they absolutely do not? Every body has been a part of this world filled with inaccurate judgment.
We have been victims of prejudice, which is a cancer that turns more critical as generations go by. We, defenseless to this stabbings and shots, are degraded off guard. We, who kept quiet amidst every bludgeoning, are destroyed out of our own reputation. They looked at us like trash, as if we are nothing, simply because we stand away from the public’s eyes. What they never knew is that we are more than trash. We simply hide for civility’s sake. We are educated, bred with high pedigree. They are low beings, which is why we do not level with them. Why mingle with beasts of no erudite?
They may destroy us in there will. But we shall never plead. We need no respect cause wise men are those misunderstood. Those who puts others sacrifice are those who fail. Just like in a fairy tale, what makes things “happily ever after” is when those degraded lives up into heights and those who degrade plunges into the inferno of hell. In this case, our lives are made with fate. And it is not our fate to be what we are for the rest of our lives. Cause we are not made to be symbols of the lesser gods.
We are true blooded sages who know that life is not having others fault a bridge to greatness. We will not be like them who’d tell stories of no essence to cause pestilence to whoever they would want to destroy. Let them be, but they must always remember we would never be alike because an upright man would not battle against no warrior. Speak and I shall fight back. Do not stab me at my back cowards! I’m not scared I’m just civil as I say. I do not battle with insults I battle with sense. I build no glitches about my opponent; I take them down with facts. I’m no stupid being what I am. I’m more than what you thought I am. I’m made out of gods so as my intellect. And leveling with a trash-talker is not my occupation. So stop trash talking… Let me see what you’ve got. I’m no warrior so as you. But in war nothing is and nothing will be.
