Justicia En La Biblia Novels & Stories

Her experience referenced constantly. Truth, finally spoken, was changing everything. And somewhere in that truth, justice was slowly, imperfectly, but undeniably being served. Not perfect justice. But real justice. The kind built on survivor's voices. The kind that changes the world. One testimony at a time.

“do you feel relieved “ another Journalist of course interjected “do you feel Justice was finally served “ said yet another Journalist. “well, of course Justice was served” Nena quickly answered , obviously in attempt to remove attention from Lucile before she probably gets any more traumatised “my client here had been put through a lot and is in no current need or desire for your throbbing questions but if of course you were inquiring if the man who had put her in such miserable state has been put behind bars for his sexual misconduct. If you believe that is justice enough” Nena paused while she slowly began staring at all the camera lenses that were facing her as though she was actually se

With no education and a low status, how can she have a future in the future? At this time, the sound of people outside is agitated. It was the Jiang family who came to deliver the gift. Two servants came in holding a half-meter high statue. The statue was the Goddess of Justice, elegant, graceful and solemn, holding a sword in one hand to symbolize power and judgment, and a balance in the other hand to represent measurement and fairness. The statue of the Goddess of Justice can often be seen in front of the courts in western countries such as England and America.

But back then, unfortunately, she didn’t understand it. Yuri stared at the book cover showing the Old Supreme Court of Singapore. She had asked her mother back then, “If there truly is Justice, then why do so many criminals still run free?” Hitomi Kirisawa had closed her eyes and replied, “Even Justice isn’t infallible.” And when Yuri had asked what isn’t infallible, her mother had answered her with one word only. “God.”

"That it's corrupted too?" "I will pretend I didn't hear you. You sound like Jonh. But no." He leaned closer " What I learned is that justice is subjective. And it lays in the hands of the stronger party. You've already made a choice, or it was pre-made for you. We don't get to choose where we were born. But don't make me show you what happens to those who disagree with me. Besides, you're like my son." "Oh, don't give me that. "

“Non unus erit, qui ex hoc igne extingui possit. Hic ignis de anima nunc plene evigilavit. Jam illa omnia illarum gentium invenerat. Serius aut citius omnia patebunt. Vetus veritas statim nunc revelabitur. Ignis qui producit iustitiam revixit.” (“There will not be a single person who can put out of this fire. This fire soul has fully awakened about right now. She had already found all of those people. Sooner or later, everything will be open up. The old truth will be revealed immediately right now. The fire that brings justice is alive again.”)

A sharp, startled sound that echoed off the stone walls. “Dios mío… you’re telling me the woman Lucien Moretti would die for, the woman who shares his bed, is your blood?” The Vulture only smiled. Santiago’s laughter died into something colder. “If what you say is true… then the gods have a sense of humor.” “The gods,” the Vulture said, “have nothing to do with it. This is justice.” Santiago studied him for a long moment, then nodded once, slowly, as the pieces began to form. “You would give me the Moretti crown. And in return?”

“Don’t pretend to know me,” “I don’t know you in particular but I know that we were all created in the image of god and no one has a right to take anyone’s life.” “Amazing! Are you going to preach to me?” “No. I think you are smart enough to know this already.” “Well, I am here to kill you.” “Why?” “Because your husband killed my daddy. An eye for an eye. You know that concept right?” “Exodus 21 verse 23 to 25.”