❝There is something about the human body that makes me want to write hymns from the battleground. The vulnerability of us.❞

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❝When we were sewn, we bled below our seams, built from hunger and rage. Angels with torn wings. Nothing to salvage, or pity, nothing but beasts under human skin. Are humans not so much lovelier when they fall? At the end, humans collapse under their proud weight and slump into a heap of nothingness, reduced to nothing but a husk of ash and rotting bone. We die, choking in our ambitions, playing the fate's favorite game. Oh, yes, humans do know of terror and fear. For what monster does not know of its own creation?❞

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