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How light could be our darkest hour? |
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None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts. |
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All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust. |
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A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed. |
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Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly. |
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The fury of the sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. |
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Bio-economics killing again and again. |
