This is cool. Human beings need to be true to themselves at some point in time, I guess.
We humans, we are monstrous.
We kill spiders, moths, ants, and other minibeasts without remorse.
We shoot birds for sport. (And boars and bears and tigers and elephants and other animals, too.)
We raise chickens only so we can twist their necks and roast them and devour them. (To say nothing of cattle, sheep, and pigs.)
We pluck roses and tulips and other flowers just so we can smell them for a second and then we forsake them in a vase, leaving them to wither.
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