Silenced, covered by a controlled apathy. You'll never hear their cries. The final product hides continuous torture. Your lust to patronize. So-called intelligence, justified meaningless cruelty. There's no progress in feeding your body with their blood and there's no point in oppressing. Your morals, your rules of social behavior, your words of compassion mean nothing, unless you're willing to change... and there's no progress in feeding your body with their blood. Your words of compassion mean nothing, unless you're willing to change. There's blood on your hands. Silenced.
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