rs a
cloak spattered with guts and hatred
of which I have become overly fond —
war has dehumanised and mechanised me
is it not the same for you?
nothing is be…
killing overwhelms me, irresistibly.
under the circumstances, I must be excused (I will not beg),
the nature of the beast wears a
cloak spattered with guts and hatred
of which I have become overly fond —
war has dehumanised and mechanised me
is it not the same for you?
nothing is beneath me anymore …
