[_OCTOBER]

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This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood
and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their....and murder will foam up
.. about their waists and all the.....and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!", and I'll look down and whisper No.

They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father.
Decent man who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists
and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice.

Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloodly Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers...
and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say


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- Rorschach


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