Peaceful people don't understand the world. All the hate and strife and greed, it makes no sense. Why would you spend all your time trying to take other people's things instead of trying to get your own. It's greed and loathing. They loathe us for working and use our word against us. They use our own sense of honor to keep us enslaved.
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