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judgement



Wat is right and what is evil

What is good or bad?
What is justice or righteous
What is …?
Malicious
Vicious
Or destructive and offensive
Or is it even the concept of citizenship which we judge?
Is it the kind of amusement we judge?
Or is it ….
The entertainment
The entertainers
The characters
The establishment
The occasion
The season
Or is it ourselves which we judge
Do we enjoy this…?
Entertainment
Do we enjoy this …?
Entertainers
Do we relate to these...?
Characters
Do we go out on this occasion…?
Do we determine this season is right for this activity?
So are all these dilemmas about right or wrong?
About righteous and justice?
About destruction and offension?
Or is this just another way too separate us from those considered beneath us?
Or those considered in to much of a rush ?
 

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