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Small things to make you think no.3


It's not as if I'm scared...No, not at all. 

It's more that I am worried. Worried about the lies spewed so daintily from the mouths of the typical human being.

We realise our lives mean nothing in comparison to those of higher power; those who have their names etched into stone, from their useless acts in life, the venom dripping from their gaping maws, maws that beg for a better world, no words to prove the theory, no, only the very heart of their existence paying debt to us who pay ransom.

 

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