Josh Plovanic's Writings and Thoughts

 As we sojourn this dying place  The bastards of a dying race We spit in the Devil's lying face His bloodsoaked hands Black heart's disgrace My brothers strong  It won't take long  to drum our song that undoes all wrong Sinners doubt Mothers cry while losers pout and Soldiers die Lovers dance Sailors sing Swords of warriors gives death its sting The demons hate will demonstrate the useless folly of useless bullies A sickened mind struck at the kind but keep in mind such is returned in kind The Devil's grin he thinks he'll win Blinded by sin He'll break again and when he does a sword will fall unto his throat the final call A feckless fool A reckless tool shattered and splattered blood in a pool Stoking the flames in his choking of dreams His crushing of hopes  tightens the ropes that circle the necks of demonic pricks  and suffocate throats of these worthless black goats His mouth stoked the fires that burn broken liars  His hate filled the mires His fear built

  "A healer's justice is greater than a judge's justice. A judge reacts to the problem. A healer solves the problem. A judge only applies mercy sparingly and at 'reasonable discretion.' A healer has to apply mercy every time they operate. Justice is perfected by mercy." There are four ways of looking at justice: (Crime needing punishing) (brokenness needing repairing) (sickness needing healing) (darkness needing light) Crime needing punishing, often represented by scales that balance the rightness or wrongness of a person or situation. This is the most conventional form of justice. Brokenness needing repairing, like the japanese art of pottery repair with gold or platinum. A more noble and amicable approach to justice that allows for more grace. Sickness needing healing. The most divine form of justice. The "justice of Jesus." "Why does he sit with sinners and tax collectors?" "It is not the healthy in need of the doctor, but the sick.