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I am but one man, Nothing more nothing less, Yet I have taken more lives than any soldier. I am only a simple man, Nothing more nothing less, Yet I have left more dead bodies to rot than any war. I am only human, Nothing more nothing less, Yet when they see me, they scatter as if I am an angered god. They are mere insects to me, nothing more nothing less, so my conscience doesn’t pester me when I invade their homes and kill them all. I am an exterminator, And I kill insects, Nothing more, nothing less.
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