You're the devil's work. The devil's. I don't know how much you know right now. Past comparison, beyond advantage, someone builds your potential. It is not you, and it certainly is not me. It is not of this earth. Our targets are grey, our knowledge is hazy, but individually we are sure. In this singular world we can say what we are doing. One work good, the other brave, one is gentile and the other will destroy. Few can solve our dull race. Few would want to. This is not chosen. It is in the fire.
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