Selling Candy (Pentalogy of the Becoming)

Our streets are bled by crime, our cities rock in its tremors; but the waters will ripple, so what stone has been cast? The war is endless, yes...but we fight ceaselessly not against the grit of crime nor for the sanctum of justice. We march in fleets - we march lone! And whether it be by sword or bow, gun or pen, we march from dusk - we march for dawn. Our war is with truth; and that is the pain. Truth is the greatest act of all...