When every breath reeks of deception, every blink of the eye hides an illusion, and every sound emanating from the throat whispers treason, can you be blamed if fidelity is not our strong suit?
Maybe to you, fidelity is a poison… one that eats into your very DNA, dissolving and vaporizing the million strands like an acrid and potent acid, and makes them akin to will o’ the wisp; and you feel alien and strange and claustrophobic and constricted, and the beast within you stomps in anger, bellows in fury, snorts in agony, spits fire and blood and rattles the very walls that cage it, in a desperate attempt to break free.
And when nature has its way, the beast will roam free, claiming the world for itself, leaving destruction and desolation in its path.
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