I apologize.
They aren't supposed to act this way; so much hate and rage.
No. The killing. Hearts and minds beaten into submission. Caked blood beneath the broken fingernails of History's sad progeny, all about the taking, always the taking. Never the giving, the tender mercy shown within the lamp of God.
No, just rot of death, of dreams left out too long, broken by violence. Only silence greets me now. No murmurs of concurrence, nothing ... A still water waiting to be plumbed.
They don't understand what they do. They are impoverished and will die alone. I will not miss them.
I apologize.
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