Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust ripping away, dying. Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to your palate of doubt. A remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed it away. Your breed is weak, a thing so weak. Mutual downslide into mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.
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