Caught in the storm. Between the pure and the weak. Poisons that wrought this earth. The destruction of the meek. There's no room for acceptance. You've crossed the line. There's no plea for mercy. You've committed treason with acts of impurity. Sickness that destroys hampers revolution. Only through abstinence can we achieve their liberation. Your actions. Admission of guilt. Complacency tears you apart. You've drowned in a sea of filth, satured with your disease. You can't pacify my mind.
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