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There's an evil seed in the soul of every man.
It is the desire,
for power, to dominate others in every possible way.
Often the roots are fragile and the plant is week.
It dies!
Sometimes however the seed germinates and,
hungry for glory,
feeds on envy and grows, grows evermore.
When the first man killed his brother
the evil giant tree brought forth its first poisonous fruit:
War!
Since then a few evil plants suck the life blood,
the life of the earth and become so enormous they block
the light of the sun.
Red drops full from the fruits.
Since then the world lives in the dark!
I am the Dark Quarterer.
I'll sharpen my knife which will penetrate the depth of the soul, where the seed germinated,
where the lynph flows, to eradicate the last tiny root.
Never again will the trees bear poisoned fruits
never again will red drops fall
never again will humanity cry war tears!

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