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“Much of the world’s scripture denigrates what would ultimately steer an honest life, one that sanctifies gnomic courage without sacrifice to the will of He who watches from afar like a colosseum of resentment, like a festering cradle, entertaining incredible patience for the whole charade, the agonising anthill, the starving labyrinth, the enclosure of His vain architectural prominence erected in order for more abject varieties of vying death, blind and maimed, to appease prolonged viewing till the whole extinction of man.”

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Book:The Tedium Lies
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