Wherever we venture, we find naught other than silence. Here, there, everywhere. Shunned. Forsaken. Forgotten. Ignored. Unknown Such our journey on this beach of an Earth in convulsion. But how can we find fault, with those known to be faulted in everything? Unlike your kind, we have mercy. We could destroy you, but not to better measure, than you already manage. Your worth is known, as is your unworthiness. Both are well proven, we remain sheer witnesses. If we were truly merciful, we would suppress you for eternity. But we are not, and that is why we are here, in your shit.

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