The Grey(FirstDraft)
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In life, you have the good, the evil, and the normal. But let me ask you this: what really is good? On the other hand what even is considered evil? Is evil bad or good? Now here might be where you say evil is obviously bad. But if I were to commit a bad deed would I be conserved evil? Here you might say well that depends on how many bad deeds you've committed. Ahh, but there's the problem. I've committed multiple bad acts but all were for a good cause. What then? Am I evil or simply misunderstood? Would killing multiple people for the betterment of society count me as a murderer or a hero? That's the question. We look these days at heroes and villains at good guys and bad guys, the good always trying to protect and the bad well, they always trying to harm the innocent. So let me reframe my little scenario, would harming or killing the convicted mean I'm a villain? Or a hero? Which is which, that is the question.
I am neither a hero nor a villain. I am neither white nor black, I am the Grey, the nether, the both.
This is my story.
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