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I must be kind to them, maybe by granting the benefit of doubt, they’d crawl even on their bellies like serpents to regain their conscience, and not stomp the earth in pride too much - they will grasp the essence but evolution on this plane takes millennias, don’t they?

Under my eyelids, I see a myriad of images replayed of how the proclaimed faithful human, with their words and actions, kill themselves indirectly. I see an image of a soldier, proclaiming himself human, a knife in his hand bending over a blind-folded civilian and heartlessly, slicing the neck of the prisoner-of-war letting a gush of blood, like fountain to seep into the earth in a ritual of bestiality.