Matthew De Abaitua

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Exhaustion is a thin blanket tattered with bullet holes

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The devil steps up to the podium, clears his throat and taps out time with his baton: in come the monstrous iron kettle drums of artillery, joined by a woodwind section of whistling bullets and shrieking shells, the ever-crackling light percussion of rifle fire

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Kindness is not entered onto the great ledger of civilisation