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No man is devoid of pain.  It’s part of being human.  Even the man whose mind can no longer bear judgement has known of it.  But what of men whose pain is so great that it holds them hostage to no more will of theirs? Where do their spirits go, those of whom whose lives were inflicted with offenses so inconceivably senseless?  The silence was deafening as I walked through the path that led to a circular concrete arena of…