Tell me how you find nourishment in the horrors you can’t face.
There’s reason why your stomach hurts when you think of them all
cages. Your palate is built upon a lie you tell yourself. There’s no
reason to base your survival on the torture of someone else. If it’s
not in you to murder, if you can’t look them in the eye as you take
their life. How can you ignore the instincts in yourself to find