The words coming out of your mouth are loud but not clear.
It's obscured by the sound of your gluttonous squabble, etching its way out of the deepest parts of your mind where an intricate web was weaved piece by piece.
Each string, each layer taught to you by another generation another era.
This web of thoughts I will decipher - I am man, I am power, I am because I want it so.
I will take from you what I can muster leaving upon your shoulders the weight of my rapacity.
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