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P. McBride
Crowbusters: Do what you will. Do what you enjoy. Kill as many living things as you can. When you and your kind are wiped from the
earth, probably as a result of disease with perhaps some nuclear radiation for entertainment, the crow will still be here, laughing at you.
You exist outside of nature and beyond necessity or reason. You are adrift on a small boat and you confirm your perversity and ignorance
by shooting holes into that boat. God creates. Man destroys. Crow endures and persists. If crow were weak and simple, as you are, he
would pity you. But you are nothing to him. He has seen you, knows you. If can't take
care of your own planet, you don't deserve to live. Alive, you are contamination and ruin. Dead, you are meat. Caw. If you can't make it, don't take it. You only fake
it. Wake up! Life is sacred.
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