Something, whether it's rape, murder, or theft, in the eyes of the heavens, the ever-burning sun in the sky, it’s better than the alternative, nothing happening or occurring, sure, rape is demeaning, and murder hurts, but in the eyes of the heavens, these feelings are still positive, opposed to its absence, humanity's plight, they don’t care, they'll actively help you, to commit and get away with it, or if you end up in prison, rotting away, they'll still make sure it’s worth it, but to do it, and partake in that sin, costs a part of your humanity, the deed done, it’s something you’ll have to live with, for some, the answer is obvious, there’s not much consideration, the chick was too hot, you had to jump for it, the cookie crumbled, where did you land, amongst the other beasts, in the depths of the abyss, partaking in bread, day after day, again and again, the holy maiden, bread for everyone…

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