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How you interpret your experiences and what you choose to do with them is something only you will be held accountable for; you know this is a "fearful" world seeking "justification"... for cruelty is one that unrepentant bad character and unsound writers and speakers are ready to see as the most "delightful" gift. As for me, I just try to make sure I am feeling love and thinking wisdom before spreading anything. There must be an objective, or else you'd only be a love of vanity's servant helping its prey remain on the web of "laughter" as if there was no danger.
I would have sold the hellsent drums and not given for free.
It fell into the hands of the wrong killers.