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