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you would saunter into hell or scam yourself through heaven to get what you want. you'd sell your soul, too, if you had one left.
they ask you, "is it worth it? do the ends justify the means?"
you grin, a snake-mean grin, and do not reply.
they will mean nothing, in the end.
because you are an A N I M A L and the end game is the O N L Y T H I N G you care about.
[the story of your boundless ambition; your climb through the mountains of money, into the cradle of influence, and onto the lethal throne... followed by your inevitable fall to insanity]
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