Tuesday, October 15, 2013

We are condemned to live in a moment of time that is covered in blood.

Just because you are not at war, does not mean that the world is not.  People are dying right now.  Villages are being wiped out; genocide is occurring.  Can you not feel empathy for your human sisters and brothers?  I am done crying.  I'm fixing it.  I'm doing it by myself.  I'm not asking for your help, but if you get in my way, then may the old gods save you, because the new ones will not.
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