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"Sympathy from the Devil"
Peering out across the wide expanse of human settlement, his unblinking eyes pause briefly on scenes of atrocity. Ethnic cleansings, suicide bombings, children killing children, people starving in the streets as self righteous passersby pretend not to see. He sighs, shakes his head and mutters to himself, "It is not supposed to be this easy". -theEladiusMonk
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