Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
OEDIPUS:O, O, O, they will all come,all come out clearly! Light of the sun, let melook upon you no more after today!I who first saw the light bred of a matchaccursed, and accursed in my livingwith them I lived with, cursed in my killing.
In a just cause the weak will beat the strong!
Thy life is safe while any god saves mine.
Who seeks shall find.
There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone.' - Sentry.
Alas! How sad when reasoners reason wrong.
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