No man is born perfect. Each bears a flaw, a scar, a defect. But for some, fate deals a cruel hand: a punishment, a curse, a reprimand.
Greed is the insatiable hunger for more, the need for power, wealth, and a higher score. Desire exceeding what's required leaves nothing but destruction in its wake, undesired.
Malice is a thirst for blood and flesh, a cold and calculated desire to thresh. Innocent at first, but never trust that smile, for behind it lies a heart as dark as bile.
Rage and wrath are a man's anger unspoken, silenced by the barrel of his gun, unbroken. Everything said with an emotion in common: hatred, which displays the spirit of love in the solemn.
Revenge is the twisted fruit of hatred's seed, an endless cycle fueled by greed. Cornering someone to the edge, pushing them off the ledge, a subject of death, a never-ending pledge.
We must break this cycle, end the pain, for lives are at stake, and the cost is insane. No man is born perfect, but we can try to be better, to be kinder, to let love shine.
-Dye'd out of Blood
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Dye'd out of Blood
ActionDeep in a distant village, the Oni's lived peacefully until the humans discovered them. The Shogun, the village chief of the Oni's, attempted to coexist with the humans, but it was not meant to be. En, the cheerful and intelligent son of the Shogun...
