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"What malignant sickness of the soul drives this? Tear out this rot—these purveyors of horror, architects of anguish, dealers of death without conscience! *Where* is the conscience? *When* will we learn: **This land breathes not 'mine' or 'yours'—it bleeds 'ours'.**
> So let us *live* together.
> Let us *work* as one.
> Let us *build* trust like bedrock,
> *See* our own shadows clearly—
"What malignant sickness of the soul drives this? Tear out this rot—these purveyors of horror, architects of anguish, dealers of death without conscience! *Where* is the conscience? *When* will we learn: **This land breathes not 'mine' or 'yours'—it bleeds 'ours'.**
So let us *live* together.
Let us *work* as one.
Let us *build* trust like bedrock,
*See* our own shadows clearly .AI