Madlax: the Compassionate Killer

Dance another Dance, Sing another song, In the end the Rhythm and the tune Remain the same. The Crimson moon will have already risen, And the sun will be nowhere in sight. And yet you see no reason to make hast, For you have this moment, this time, this light, illuminating from that crying crimson moon. You enter a complex situation, Gamble because it seems like the only sane thing to do. You lost, so you steal, You could not protect, so now you avenge. Tell me, the people under that moon, The ones who didn’t have anything, What should they do? I ask you and the answer I receive is one of self shame. ‘Avoid emotions you don’t want to feel, Shut your eyes and refuse to listen, Yes, just like you do. You, and everyone else who cannot see the truth. No, my comrade it is you who does not understand. Falsity is changing the truth, Ignorance is not realizing the truth, Incompetence is being unable to grasp the truth And escape is running from the truth. But… the truth is always nearby, And the past cannot be altered. Still… you fight, because that is now the only truth you know. You are a killer. A kind person ‘You are MAD’ ‘And you are relaxed’ A killer? Yes. But a compassionate person as well One forever stuck in a Killer’s Paradox. Madlax you are the Compassionate Killer.