There was a time bomb planted in the earlier regime, two “specialists” from the bomb squad were called in to save the day. Specialist one decided to go with the BLUE wire ..Specialist two with the RED wire…. Tick Toc as the conversation heated up and time ran out , the RED Specialist decided to take control pushed over the BLUE Specialist , took the bomb and ran away.. too overwhelmed by the power between his hands , for he held life and death, the euphoric sense of power made him forget about TIC TOC… BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM…bomb went out… Silence..
The Blue specialist ecstatic about how right he was, came looked over the ruins , overlooked all the bodies and damage, and leaned over the corpse and cut the blue wire. It didn't matter if it was too late , it just mattered that he was right.
Moral of the story: It doesn't matter if you were right once the damage is done. Time doesn't heal everything. A dead body is a dead body, Justice is justice, vengeance will be demanded, Hatred is upon us and we will reap what we sowed... time stops for no nation but pulls it into the eye of the twister of turmoil, perhaps history will surprise us, may it be kind.
The Blue specialist ecstatic about how right he was, came looked over the ruins , overlooked all the bodies and damage, and leaned over the corpse and cut the blue wire. It didn't matter if it was too late , it just mattered that he was right.
Moral of the story: It doesn't matter if you were right once the damage is done. Time doesn't heal everything. A dead body is a dead body, Justice is justice, vengeance will be demanded, Hatred is upon us and we will reap what we sowed... time stops for no nation but pulls it into the eye of the twister of turmoil, perhaps history will surprise us, may it be kind.
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