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Virtue washed away by a blood-diluted tide. A drop of sin, dissolved, cannot be distilled. And still, one sees a mirage of virtue from the haze of fear. But impure water cannot be distilled.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
Entropy
Virtue washed away by a blood-diluted tide. A drop of sin, dissolved, cannot be distilled. And still, one sees a mirage of virtue from the haze of fear. But impure water cannot be distilled.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
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