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... in the bowels of my potential, leeching everything for it's own disgusting devices. What cares should I harbor for a populace so far gone they'd look to me for aid? Ego traps, decides and cannibalizes it's host in such a fashion that we meekly bow beneath the fangs. My heart the only bastion in this forty year war, the battle lines drawn like the awful, cacophonous echoes of idiot children ...

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