The claws of the night
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What is an artist without it's public? these people nowadays do not understand what true art is, so I my only duty and passion shall be showing them the truth, my truth, as I turn the ignorant and the fool into beatiful representations of the cosmic engima that is this universe, and I repair their bodies to fit this cruel world better, as I reform them to display them in my collection, and wait for someone to finally understand what true art is.
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