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Hovering between latent animosity and self-interest I can't close my eyes and turn myself inwards to gaze upon an army of discontent. Gold and orange Flames lick the walls, the air Smells of blood and there are corpses but They are not here in this place where salvation lies dormant. (Day 123 of my captivity: I am alive.) Hear the coffee screaming, office of indignation And the hurricane of brimstone But there is none of that here because In this place there is no God. No study of opposites b...