This came to me today on the bus ride home from work. As soon as I got home I typed it up in about 12 minutes, so please feel free to correct any syntax or style errors I may have allowed.

3AM~

I am a civilian, and I am a liar. I lie with my fists, and I lie with my kicks. For every lie I tell, I fear the truth more. I bear no animosity to the Container, I hold him in no renown. I believe he is worthy of respectful indifference at the minimum, perhaps even more. The truth is that I do not hate him. The truth is I am to scared not to lie. On Monday I shun him. On Tuesday I bar him from my place of business. On Wednesday I sneer, on Thursday I jeer. On Friday I throw things at him. On Saturday I shout at him. On Sunday I ignore him. On his birthday I will try to kill him.

I am scared of the crowd, of their interference. I fear for my wife, and my child. the container is harmless... for now. But he is at least innocent. Innocent of the crimes of the contained. The container is my hero, the third Hokage said so, the forth died to make it so. I believe one, I believe in the other. I act along with the crowd, too afraid to stand on my own. I follow the flow of the many, rather than the trickle of the few. Every time I thrust my foot forward and feel the crack of a rib that will mend in hours I feel no satisfaction. Every action is a lie, a lie that hurts another. So as I punch a whiskered cheek, leaving bruises that won't last, I realize more and more that I love this child. I beg silently for his forgiveness. Because I am too scared to take a stand for what I believe in. Scared for my family. Scared for myself. I tell more lies. I am vile. I lie.

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I am a civilian, and I am a coward. I have so much love for others, but I hold hatred close to my heart. Hatred for the container. I am too scared to express my loathing, I know well the laws set in place by the third. He calls that vile thing a hero, but I know better. Every time I see the sorrow on it's face I feel a little bit of glee. Whenever it is chased and beaten, my heart sings to join in and experience the rapture. But I am fearful. Fearful of acting. So I watch from afar. Following the letter of the law. I report what I see, to the proper authorities. The ones who will act in time to put a stop to its suffering..., for now. I come across its bloodied body and grimace externally, my mouth twitches as I force the joyous grin from spreading across my face. I pick it up and carry it to the hospital. It lives for another day. All because of me.

I am disgusted with myself, it should have died, but I had to do the proper thing. The socially acceptable thing. I live a pious life, a public life. I act righteously daily. I give to others and expect little. I have a prosperous business. I work with prosperous people. I have a happy family, and we spend time with other happy families. I am a law abiding citizen. I long to break the law, I believe it is the RIGHT thing to do. I want to cause pain and misery for it, but I am a coward. So I save its life. I wait for next year. Scared to act. My heart betrays my actions. I am vile. I fear.

Who is further stepped in sin, the man of vile actions, or the man of vile intentions.