Parasites on parasites craft the fall of man. His frailty will be his own end, but not soon enough. I have no calm for those who share this bond of flesh with such a wilingness for degradation, when the very breath that we share degrades me to no end. I want no part in this. I reject my role as one of you both in title and in deeds. My concern will not be confused with pity, because pity swiftly turns tolerance into acceptance. And I feel nothing but disgust, I want no part in this. Nothing ever changes, but I still want no part in this. Spite brings me such peace and suffering will save me. I can't escape this world, but I will deny it. And yet to these smiling husks I am just a fool, but I can no longer find the warmth to forgive those who bear such a likeness to smoldering ash that was once their will. I'm every broken man leaving you broken
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