This modicium of loathing, self-loathing took arise today, an army ascending a wide hill upon a plain, the sun, rising behind their backs setting an ever-dark profile of them with no knowledge of whether or not they are friend or foe, bypassers or watchers, assailant or victim. But, I think I know, just who they are. As a fact, I know that they are the assailants, but that is all.
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