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and I sold my brother for the weight of fame raped my mother in my quest for power I stole my fathers name for the wealth it bore and yet still I am...

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Published: Jul 20, 2012
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Notes: Do people who orchestrate genocides, sell out their people feel ANY remorse? Or do they just go on does it mean nothing?

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