Eye of a traitor

He is among us like a night that never ends. His soul and spirit he gave to human ruin. Orphaned, he wanders the paths of falsehood. Destitute, he is condemned to live in the torment of the abysses he inflicted upon innocent men. He wanders, seeking deliverance, but self-worth has fled from his home, for he could not grasp beauty and goodness that natural instinct which humanism holds within itself

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