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What are they going to do when there is nothing left to cut? — once the sweet suffering earth has given up the struggle to replenish the wounded trees forgotten how to bud their sap no longer any will to rise the only urge left to allow the rot to conquer kinder than the callous blade They do not count the little deaths they cause — the tiny lives that sleep within the wood their winter hibernation paid no heed for those that slaughter cannot fathom need to let the season have its chilly lie and not disturb its dark and silent plot the wrecks of sticks and bodies are no more than tidy profit robbing Nature blind

Ch. 1 Religion Nathan saw him from a mile away. The pretty scars that scolded the lower half of his face only served to make him unforgettable. He was hard not to notice with the blonde, bouncy curls that he had for hair. Shoulder length, he noted. Not to mention his eyes. Blue eyes that seemed to be out of focus and not paying attention to the crowd. “Nathan, pay attention. This is the only chance you’ll get at getting off parole.” A stern voice ordered as a nudge interrupted Nathan’s admiration. “They could’ve picked something else for me to do other than this boring God shit,” Nathan said blatantly, following his outburst with a rude groan. “Only thing I can focus on is Father Mallory's scars.” “That’s enough,” The man to Nathan’s right, Officer Wilder, replied in annoyance. “I bring my family to this church. We get enough looks as it is, with me bringing your people in here after you commit such heinous crimes.” Wilder