The enemy´s bread.

Life has cut us into groups.
Where mercy and priviledge are shared out randomly, unequally.
 
The satisfaction of the mercy the giver and reciever will measure.
The satisfaction of priviledge bears a dark transcendance from equality.
 
The merciful seperated from the priviledged.
A land where noone holds hands.
No peace and nature is split like the axe through the kindling.
The priviledged cannot conquer slow magic alone.
The merciful cannot conquer as they fight for the justice...
of the poor.
Unfairness reigns as both sides are punished by the laws of nature.
All the while fighting like cat´s and dogs.(Between ourselves)