My brethren competing in a festival of moral degeneracy. It repulses me. In truth, they are not my brethren; I am not of them, and they are not with me. I disassociate myself from them completely. My conscience prevents me from embracing their way. Onwards along the road, I will leave them behind. Onwards along the road.

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