For this is the way – the gift – of also knowing the nature of the rotten: human, animal, land. Of the need, sometimes, to cleanse, perchance to cull. 


Do not pity the writhing mass

Neither are you to help what should die 

The sprawling depravity

That spreads like a sickness on the face of the earth

Let the hurtling mass dive headlong into the black

Or help it to die faster when you can

Foment chaos and destruction among the sickness

And the earth shall be thankful 



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