"When you have the strength to admit that you are wrong, I shall lay down before you with my plasm surfaced to the ground and head looking at what is wrong. I will whisper your name, I will repeat it until the word itself is new. I will close my eyes and think about you. I will gracefully stand as though I had never touched dirt and walk away without eye contact, shame or regret. For I will walk away knowing that you had done what is right. The people flocking the streets will also know in their minds and hearts that today is a new day, like no other... today is the day the king has fallen. All who followed will begin riots and all who resisted will stand greatly. No more shall the lives of the very people, the very blood, will be treated as disease. The cure was your death, my friend, a quick cure."
I really don't see where this is going... but it sounds nice.
Didn't proofread, go fuck yourselves.
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