in shameful defeat banned and cursed by [those] who stand and cheer [and] spit and ache imprisoned by the emanations of their greed, it toils alone from mourning to mourning silent within feeding on grief denying the light for fear it might sing. upon this, your exposure, it satiates its void with unwelcome need and it speaks, for it is you it must greet. "hell no", it says in this report and you agree denying all responsibility while both we know that all of us will end in me.
