You never realized he was wearing a mask until it had fallen - and, by then, he has already slipped back into your midst, having donned a fresh one.
You never realized he was on the other side.
(Come on over to the other side.)
But there is no other side.
There is no us and them.
What there is, is the human race, broken into tiny factions by pretty wars.
Make it either everyone together, or every man for himself.
There is no middle ground, here.
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