The demon and angel warriors both have bloody hands, yet one is cold indifference and the other is pure love. One is vice, the other virtue, for they have found peace in their own philosopher's stone. To the undecided, to those that are confused, chose a champion who can tell the difference and lead you into future time.
Bloody hands, I see, were you ripping guts out or healing a wound? Did you act from cold indifference or pure love. Can you even comprehend the difference, oh, nameless one?
Bloody hands can come of killer or medic, or villain or rescuer. So look to your own hands and ask yourself from whence that blood came.
The blood upon the hands of the surgeon is a clear bright red in the hospital lights, the kind of hue that brings the poppy to the dreaming brain, ever spinning behind the eyes.
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