This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light? Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Does this darkness in to you too? Have you passed through this night?
Love. Where is it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a prisoner. You set me free.
-The Thin Red Line-
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