Can you hear them? Their cries? Can you feel them? Can you feel their pain? Of course not, with that stone heart of yours? You're the one giving them pain, making them grieve and slowly letting them die. Every cut, every swallow, every hang on the ceiling, and every fall from a building is for you to take blame. You're nothing less but a devil. Giving them no mercy. Giving them their judgment, their blood on your filthy hands. Die.
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