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Human's are balls of clay.
They are shaped by the hands of fate and the insperation of the others around them.
When the people around them try and make the figure perfect it will always turn out wrong,
but when the people try the best they can to make it as best as they can,
then it turns out perfect.
War is just justificated murder.
We work to live and live to work.
Crazy cycle huh?
I had a man tell me that I was a rarity.
He told me that I had something that was truly to scarce in modern day.
Whispers from the Shadows
Why do you insist on calling a shadow divine?
Do you have what it takes to be a faux pas and break free from conformity?