It's Not Murder When It's War
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Revolution, murder another and be considered a hero, well at least on one side. Just pray you're on the winning side for they will write the history books. Every time you kill you risk being considered a villain for the chance of becoming beloved. Oh, how much people will sacrifice for the chance to become remembered. For the chance to be a name the school children will learn. To some, it doesn't matter if they are loved or hated as long as their name is immortalised. The selfish desire to not be forgotten leads them to murder others who will soon become a number. No longer an individual just a number in the death count, but you do this to avoid the same fate. Condemn others in order to free yourself. The hypocrisy that flows through your veins is as essential to survival as your very blood.
'It's not murder when it's war', they chant. But a life is still lost, a soul is still taken away from this world before its time. Just because it is subjectively moral in our society doesn't make it objectively right. Tell me this, would you still kill if you were forced to endure the pain that everyone who cared about this individual you murdered does? Does this question make you uncomfortable? For how dare I insinuate that your actions have consequences. How dare I make you think about the tears the daughter will shed when she learns that her father will never see her again. Or how her significant other will have no one to ask permission for her hand in marriage. Maybe how she will walk down the aisle alone. Do I dare mention how she will never be able to look at a daisy again without crying, for that is the flower her father gave her before headed off to war? No, no, no. You can't think about such things. For it's not murder in war.
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