none of us has anything to be proud of...
as long as the veil of forgetfulness endures no tear
and the shield of flesh armors us against cold fact
we'll blame everyone but ourselves
for the lies we've wrought
and the acts of commission
that vouchsafe our destruction...
what good pride then that so easily falls?
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