In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
You call lions savage, but you leave them no room to outdo you in cruelty; for their slaughter is their living, yours is a mere appetizer.
Plutarch. Mor. Carn. 1.2 
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