If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
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If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.

— Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
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