There are sometimes other things.
Other things that stay their way.
These other things are vicious.
They are rowdy. They tear and strike and roar and argue until they be blue in their bloated faces. They are cruel. They are not human.
Other things exist for the sake of causing conflict.
They are not friendly. They do not seek to make friends.
Only enemies.
Other things stick around unwantedly and strike when you are not looking.
They are the things that harbour the deaths of others.
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