Wrong deeds gave birth to different kind of taste but it always had the same after taste, the bitter. The implications were severe and long-lasting. One deed done in whatever name you believed, turned into something grave and somehow endanger people.
The thing about wrong deed is that they have been done, one way or another, be it intentional or not, be it consciously or not. The result is there to fix and somebody has to make sacrifice to restore the balance between the present and the past. Our present is a result of our and our fathers’ past.
It is true that sons always have to bear the sins of their fathers, that sons always have to clean up after their fathers. Complaining won’t do necessary repair as much as silence. The destiny of sons isn’t, and never was, any easy. It’s easy when they abandon their duty but the consequences are heavy. Nobody knows whose time is up first.