I’m Done

Honestly I just don’t understand the concept.
Some people have kind of privilege to do wrong, to say wrong.
Including to say wrong statements about us, totally wrong ones.
But the funny thing is that we do not have any right to say it is wrong.
We must not correct them, even for telling those statements they made were incorrect.
It is sternly prohibited, by a particular law we officially believe.
A law that runs in our veins, brought by blood from generations to generations.
Again, it is prohibited. We cannot criticize this law or you will be burnt in hell.
And we cannot also criticize ‘these zealots’, because, I don’t know. We just can’t.
Or if you insist, everyone would call you a rebel. An obstinate, insubordinate rebel.
Everyone will hate you.
Your friends. Your families. And in the end you will hate yourself.
Fact dies, you fell, and nobody cares about you.
So what’s the point of right and wrong?
What’s the point of life and death?

Now yes. You’re right. This is a riddle.
I won’t spill the hidden message cz no one will understand anyway.
Like I said, what’s the point of a piece of shit’s thought which against ‘the law’?

I’m done.