I
was there. Were you? When the stupid turned cruel and cruelty was
celebrated as a virtue. They put a price
on life. It wasn't very high. You won't get a nickel for your ounce of solid
soul. Mother, look at the troubles we
wrought. We are dropping bombs on
children. Nothing is sacred in our
philosophy. We have made an abattoir of
our beautiful world. She is stained
crimson from all the lives we have rendered meat. There's no absolution for our crimes. Our tears will not cleanse our bloody hands and
our prayers will not stave our certain defeat.
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