Let the quivering grass that I so fervently **** and destroy be my comfort in my time of peace and solitude.
Let the God I so fervently abandon and disregard be held in my memories as I fortress I turned to in my youth in my time of need.
Let the animal that loves me despite the tongue of their brethren be shown appreciation by my hand.
And yet, let that same animal that protects me from their brethren be struck down by the hands of my supposed brethren.
What am I, and where do I belong?
I am a part of a plague, and I do not belong here.