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Feeling too angry I needed to remain calm so,I stopped at a bench, vacant for the time being, soon after I sat another hooded man sat next to me. He seemed all too familiar, but all these cattle look alike to me now. Then he began to speak to me’Ķor so I thought.?’Äú As the sun rises and bathes the world in a wall of burning gold, all which lay before us is a sea of sheep fearful of the Sabbath. I have become weary, and cultured to loath this human form, as you have foreseen. Infinity lies in our hands, while these useless piles of shit poison this world like a vial insipid virus. At our union we are a leech feeding off their soul to become what we became. In death our remains are merely a banquet of flies. All their nations have fallen; the ones that remain are places of innocence ruled by corruption. Their belief of soul selecting beams of light which take them to paradise upon their death has become most taxing on my patients. I have come to realize that your saying is true. ’ÄòCompassion and mercy only erode respect and power’Äô.’Äù?Those chilling words came to me in a soft whisper, which could only belong to him. I turned to face him slowly. As I gazed down to the edge of the bench I saw my last son before me. He stood up and turned toward me and continued to whisper.??For more on this chapter?E-mail memailto:Sethreiber@msn.com?subject=Chapter%205shapeimage_1_link_0
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